So after it became known through the cameras and microphones of NFL Films that McVay sometimes pushes tempo by getting his offense to the line early enough to help Goff read defenses through the magic of the helmet speaker, a much tidier explanation for Goff's success emerged: The virtuosity of McVay's brain must be the reason his quarterback no longer looks like a bust. And so it was decreed that McVay deserves the credit,
because sometimes it's easier to push credit in another direction than to reassess facts.---
During the offseason, Snead told his coach, "You know, if we can go from 32nd to 20th or so on offense ..."
McVay cut him off.
"You really think that's all we're going to do?"
"But that's good, Sean," Snead said. "That's showing progress."
McVay, unconvinced, gave his boss a look. It suggested that progress was an insult.
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You want vision, leadership, confidence? This isn't McVay whispering the sweet secrets of genius into Goff's ears before the helmet mic shut off at 15. You want intelligence, fearlessness, adaptability? This is a young quarterback in a big game, with his 5 o'clock stubble that probably took three days to grow, improvising and succeeding in a way that causes the game's poets to expound with florid and hyperbolic prose about leaders of men and seers of defenses.
Ramily!
