Tundra FM: Trust the Way / Drive the Pocket

Good evening.

Brick Lombardi.

This is Tundra FM on the Packernet Podcast Network.

We're going heavy tonight.

Distorted guitar, drums that hit like a goal line stand.

If you like it quiet, this is not your evening.

Let's get into it.

Here's a song about the part nobody likes.

The waiting, the building, the off-season voices screaming win right now.

This one says no.

Trust the process.

Green and gold, brick by brick, faith over panic.

It's loud, but the point underneath is patient, built to last.

This is Trust the Way on Tundra FM.

Stand the line through ice and cold Every year the doubters wait Forge our fate through trust and faith Voices screaming win right now Never let those voices crash Never falls Built to last in green and gold Frozen turf and aching bones This is where the legends groan Never falls Built to last Brick by brick, day by day Face the doubt, face the flame

Number 50, Right Tackle, Torn Patellar Tendon, Week 15, Out for the Year.

This song is him in the rehab room, the doctors, the doubt, the voice telling him to stay down.

He didn't.

It's about grinding back one rep at a time, anchoring the right side by his own hand.

Nothing gets through.

This is Drive the Pocket on Tundra FM.

We gave out December cold Every fiber torn in two Doctors told me what they told But I had my own damn view Weakness whispered, stay down son Told me I was done for good Brace the leg and learn to run Trust the work, the way I don't bow, I don't break, never break I don't fold, I dictate what's mine Set the edge inside my head Anchored down till they're all dead Every reptile war I wage Wall of stone, number 50, first to move Not a flag with my name shown Clean the tapes, got nothing to prove On the ground, torn up ghosts that couldn't stand Now the tape don't make a sound Right side sealed by my own hand I don't bow, I don't break Never break I don't fold, I dig Inside my head Anchored down till they're all dead Every rep's a war I wage Turn this scar tissue to red WATCH ME NOW! Set the edge inside my head Anchored down till they're all dead Every rep's a war I wage Turn this scar tissue to rage Drive the pocket Drive the pocket Nothing gets through now

Reaching back into the vault for this one.

November.

The Meadowlands.

Green Bay had dropped two straight and needed a game.

Jordan Love takes a shot to the shoulder, walks off, comes back, and throws two touchdowns.

Winston slinging it for the Giants.

Then Evan Williams picks him off in the end zone in the final minute, and it's over.

27-20.

Skids snapped.

Blind no more.

This is Unchained on Tundra FM.

Inside my head A turf I like to shred You don't know the pressure This pain we couldn't see Losing skid, it blinded me But now we rise, we crush, we fight 2720 on the night We're breaking free Giants fall We're a chain Blind no more Feel the pain Blind, blind Packers win Blind, blind It's 27-20 Giants bend

Here's a song with a chip on its shoulder.

The premise is simple.

The rest of the North got comfortable.

Chicago's loud.

Detroit's measuring for drapes.

Minnesota's fading.

And this song's answer is one line.

You forgot who runs the North.

Green and Gold, Jordan Love, Josh Jacobs in the backfield.

Acclaim on the division screamed at three rivals at once.

The North is not for sale.

This is Standard Bearers on Tundra FM.

Your talk is cheap and loud Detroit's building paper strikes to draw a hollow crowd They're measuring the trace before they're even on the floor But the winner's coming

back with a familiar

sting The disrespect is a poison in the air You're acting like the throne is just sitting there It's not sitting there You forgot who runs the north The green and gold is the only love Drawn in love is a lightning bolt you tried to kill is taking form kneel to the standard bow to the name the north belongs Like we're in the valley that the cold winds bring stays the same You forgot who runs the North The green and gold is the only law Short in love is The hope you tried to kill is taking form Kneel to the standard, bow to the name The North belongs to us It's always been the same Now you know.

That's the show.

All heavy, all night.

We opened with Trust the Way, the long build, faith over panic.

Then Drive the Pocket, a lineman clawing back from a torn knee.

Unchained pulled a November road win out of the vault, 27-20 over the Giants.

And we closed the set with Standard Bearers, a claim on the north screamed at three rivals at once.

That's it for me, Brick Lombardi.

You

were never alone out there.

Go Pack Go!