The path of the A-Back is beset on all sides by the
Inequities of the defense and the tyranny of five yard blocking cushions
Blessed is he, who, in the name of Joshua Nesbitt
Blocks within the new sissy-ass bitch rules through the valley of darkness
for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost yardage
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious
Anger those who fumble and destroy my time of possession
And you will know
My name is Paul when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
Or not. It is what it is. - Thomas 30:24
I been sayin' that mess for years, sponsored by Coke Zero. And if you ever heard it, that meant your ass was running stairs. You'd be dead right now. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a kid who fumbled before I made him run the stairs at 0500. But I saw some stuff last week at Pitt that made me think twice. See, now I'm thinking: maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. Backup who Doesn't Fumble... he's the shepherd protecting my righteous coaching job in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. And I'd like that. But that mess ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of people who are sick of your ass fumbling. But I'm tryin', son. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd who don't feed your bitch ass to the fishes and calling it a transfer to Directional State University.
