Robert Alford knew. It had not been his best season, but he had not been burnt like that in some time. He had watched Odell Beckham Jr. fly by him, been beaten by Sterling Shepard, and felt the wrath of the referees. If locker room ribbing and a Marquand Manuel tongue lashing were the worst he could expect for it, that would be alright, but Alford feared darker tidings.
He was therefore not surprised to hear Dan Quinn’s voice come through the ornamental snake skull that served as a loudspeaker for the locker room.