Kick off your shoes and dance in the dewy grass. Get in a car and start driving with no particular destination in mind. Start writing a book. Draw a picture of a flower. Pay $47M/year for a defensive player.
Kick off your shoes and dance in the dewy grass. Get in a car and start driving with no particular destination in mind. Start writing a book. Draw a picture of a flower. Pay $47M/year for a defensive player.
We’re going to have the best D in the league with him out there. He’s worth 48!
Buy flowers for no reason. Eat a second bowl of ice cream. Slot in a generational pass rusher into a new defensive with one week of practice.
Buy a coffee for the person behind you. Forgive yourself for that one thing that’s been bugging you. Maroon Kenny Clark in the desert under the care of a senile old man and his coterie of dipshits.
Hell yeah.