Number one: nauseatingly young Gen-Zedder called Jayden who looked like he was one step away from asking me what I did in the war.

So on the first play, I asked the quarterback to call my number on an end sweep.

In mercy ye skies to my woes, Let your thunders avengingly roll, And death kindly hush to repose The Etna that bursts on my soul.

A flashed badge wouldn't make anyone on the Strike management team clutch their pearls, except maybe Darryl, but he wasn't here.