Robert “Hutch” Hutchinson doesn’t yell or bark like a football coach.
Bulky defenders suited out in black and gold crouch on three points while he sputters a snap count, trying to get them to jump offside.
“Hut. Hut. Go, Joei. Hut.”
With his hefty frame bent low, he’ll mimic a snap, and the defenders power out of their stances.
This is his defensive line.
“Do not tackle the coach,” says Hutch, 60, standing up from his crouch and smirking. “You do not tackle the coach.”