Thomas Dimitroff sat in his office pouring over game film. There’s always work to be done when you’re running a pro football team. He jots down “urgent player” on his notepad, underling urgent seven times.
“We could really use more urgent players,” Dimitroff whispers to himself. “Urgently.”
Dan Quinn appears out of the darkness like a ghost, his face pale and white, seemingly floating off the ground.
“Danny, you aren’t looking too good. Do you need some reasonably priced food? You know, we are doing that at the new stadium. It’s a groundbreaking paradigm in pro sports.