Sunday, February 1, 2009
[The Hyatt Regency, Tampa. 10:30 this morning]
The Lamb of God: Guys, we've got our work cut out for us. The Steelers defense is fast and athletic, with the hardest hitting secondary in the league. Their linebackers...
'Quan: Allz I know is dat we best not be runnin no mothafuckin one wide receiver set tonight. Sheeeeiiiiiiittt.
The Lamb of God: Anquan, my son, I understand your angst. Everyone wants to make a positive contribution to their team, and...
'Quan: Jesus, I ain't think you heard me, dawg. GIVE A MOTHAFUCKA THA BALL.
Kurtis the Bag Boy: Q, we connected for over 1,000 yards and 11 touchdowns this year. We've just got to trust what our Lord and Savior says.
'Quan: I said my piece, bitches. [Exits left]
The Human-like Machine Referred To As "Larry Fitzgerald": [stares off into the distance]
The Lamb of God: Kurtis, my favorite son. I have brought you this far, now you and your titanium-hearted accomplice must finish what we started. Are you up for the task?
Kurtis the Bag Boy: I believe so, your Holiness.
The Lamb of God: I have selected some motivational music to guide you on this perilous journey.
[Scrolls through iPod. Selects song. Places iPod in sound dock.]