Run, Ronnie, run
At this point in Ronnie Rivers’ tenure with the Bulldogs, the play on words his last name provides may be a bit of a cliché. But for the sake of this comparison, I will wear it out one more time.
Of course, I am not a limnologist, but what I can remember from science class is that a river begins life as a tiny stream running down a mountain slope. And as time passes, with the help of snowfall and rain, that tiny stream begins to carve its own path and becomes a river.