One of my favorite football memories of all time is the UTe game where we got the ball on about our 10 yard line or so with something over 8 minutes to go in the game. We started pounding with Henry. Sometimes up the gut, sometimes off tackle. But never wide, unless he just bounced it out.
Everybody in the stadium knew what was coming. But UTe couldn't stop it no matter how many they put in the box. 4 yards, 5 yards, 7 yards, 3 yards, 6 yards. Absolutely hammering with a 12-pound sledge.
Starting from our own 10 or so, we essentially told UTe, "Here comes Henry....see if you can stop it." They couldn't, and we ran the clock out, sitting at about the UTe 10 +/- when the clock hit 0:00.
Good times.
Follow up: Dang...I just checked and that was the 2015 season -- 10 years ago.