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It's pick 11, where the last remaining savior QB remains on the board...your feelings are already hurt by the rejection at #9 where the offer was as much a slap as anything.
Your sphincter clenches from the counter offer you are hearing, you think about your doomed job, and resign to failure, mostly watching the fly now buzz and land on the bald man irritatingly still drawing diagrams of plays on the wall for QBs that aren't even yours and never will be....
You repeat your last and best offer, sweating through your spider man undies at this point...when the man muffled through the garbled plastic bangs and scrapes says "well if you tank we accept "
Your eyes dart to Nagy, Nagy's dart to you...and ditto "Wha?" you both whisper.
This time, clearly, the man says "well, your offer, it isn't enough. It's a no. Unless you promise to tank, then yes."
What do you do?
Your sphincter clenches from the counter offer you are hearing, you think about your doomed job, and resign to failure, mostly watching the fly now buzz and land on the bald man irritatingly still drawing diagrams of plays on the wall for QBs that aren't even yours and never will be....
You repeat your last and best offer, sweating through your spider man undies at this point...when the man muffled through the garbled plastic bangs and scrapes says "well if you tank we accept "
Your eyes dart to Nagy, Nagy's dart to you...and ditto "Wha?" you both whisper.
This time, clearly, the man says "well, your offer, it isn't enough. It's a no. Unless you promise to tank, then yes."
What do you do?
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