Not going to say much, because we've all seen it by now. Arizona's vaunted defense, admittedly amazing, was the unwilling victim of Marshawn Lynch's second Beastquake, albeit with a right handed request to hold his dick. However, I would be absolutely fucking remiss if I didn't point out that the guy arguably doing more work on the field than Marshawn Lynch himself, was Number Eighty-Three, Richardo Lockette, flying all over and up and down that field alongside the Beast, making sure every Cardinal defender got a big dose of Beef Mode, and a side order of Rocket Sauce.
Why do I say this? Easy. The absurd son-of-a-bitch made not one, not two, not three, but THERE ARE FOUR BLOCKS on this play. As I said, not much to be said about all of this, because I got pictures to do it for me. First, let me apologize for the crudity of these pictures. I didn't have a great source to work with and wanted to do this quickly, so they're slapdash and probably shit in quality, but they do the trick nicely. Secondly, stop reading this and look at the damned pictures already.