More than anything, what Pederson has brought to the team, along with a jaw line that could cleave concrete, is a sense of comfort and familiarity. At the locker room level, he speaks the language of the players and doesn’t trouble them with nonsense about wearing sleep monitors at home, or tracking their ergonomic efficiency through the day, or pushing them at a pace that negates learning and becomes pointless busy work.
You see where that comparison is going, naturally, but it is real to the players who were tossed through the spin cycle of the Chip Kelly R.P.M. machine. They have played football all their lives and – with the exception of the three Kelly-era Oregon Ducks who have thus far survived the hunt – they are more familiar with the rhythms of football that Pederson prefers.