...the ball bobbles directly into the hands of one of the nuked wideout's fellow receivers.
It's just hard to stomach a game where I am literally on the losing end of every conceivable circumstance. I've got two Rahim Moore's at safety locking down everything underneath guys running nines, my man coverage receivers either fail to follow guys in motion or chase ghosts, my zone coverage linebackers are talking on the phone, and my defensive linemen refuse to take good lines against quarterbacks scrambling in figure-eights. And when I switch stick to save the AI from itself, there's some other bloke on defense that decides the pigeons above the stands demand more attention than the wideouts criss-crossing the field.
However in the world did any of you long-timers get past this torture and continue to play this nonsensical weapon of masochist destruction?