In which there are F-bombs, more J.J. Watt, not enough Clowney, and random mothers punching sons.
Opening...the bubble.
J.J. Watt just dropped three four five six F-bombs in the first minute. Sh*t just got real, y'all.
Bill O'Brien doesn't care about draft slots or money. Only performance. And some of you jackwagons won't make the team. This goes for everybody*. *Not counting J.J. Watt. He's definitely making the team.
Ben Jones looks like a hillbilly even walking down the stairs to the practice field. But at least the nasal strip is on his nose today.