He lines up in the backfield, looking straight ahead at his offensive line.
Across that line are defenders staring and pointing, shifting and inching forward in anticipation.
It doesn't matter that you can't recognize the No. 2 on his jersey anymore, having been covered by mud and grass stains. It also doesn't matter that he's already carried the ball 30 times and he's been knocked around for three-plus quarters.
It doesn't matter, because everybody on the field knows what's going to happen next.
Cody Remaley is going to get the ball.