That guy, as my mother used to say "had his finger up his butt, and his mind in Arkansas." I mean, I feel bad for him, but any fool that is standing, squatting, or taking pictures on the sideline, needs to keep their eyes on the game, or a guy that weighs 250 pounds and who's running 30 mph might roll over you.

I think the forearm was just a self-preservation mechanism, a reaction more than anything, not a well-thought-out thing.