Every April in Coral Gables comes with the same trap. The sun’s out, the grass at the practice fields is perfect, somebody runs a fade route uncovered, and suddenly a fan base that has been burned for twenty years starts building a playoff bracket in its head....
Every spring there’s a temptation to grade an offensive line the way you’d grade a recruiting class — count the bodies, count the stars, call it a room. That’s not how trenches work. A line is only as trustworthy as its worst matchup, and right now...