I know Derek is struggling, Coach Crennel. But I just want you to know that I am ready any time you need me! I am all showered and soapy and ready to be OUT THERE. I am ready to strap it on and get out there with 10 of my biggest, sweatiest teammates. I’m ready to have those big black linebackers chase after me. Brades loves the chase! I’m ready to be the hunted!

I’m ready to be stuck under giant, writhing piles of adrenaline-fueled manmeat. I’ve even got a safe word in mind for it. I’m ready to be exposed on the blindside. I’m ready to get dirty. I’m ready to signal for a hot read. I’m ready to reach around defenders and get the ball out. I’m ready to get my hands under the center and grasp the wet leather. I’m ready to meet Peter King.

I’m ready to wear my tight, tight uniform and come parading out of that tunnel. I’m ready to assume a wide stance. I’m ready to take us from the bottom. I’m ready to establish a connection with Braylon Edwards (and Michael Phelps, if Braylon’s open to it). I’m ready to pound and pound at defenses until they finally give in to my will, until we’re both exhausted.

(ties pink bandanna around arm)

I’m ready to be your cake boy!