After steeling Nagy's play sheet and telling him to go sit the fuck down in the corner somewhere, this time it's at the podium. Confidence bordering on some gangsta shit.
Look at this fuck. Cool as cucumber. Swagged back in his chair. No muttering and fumbling of words. Concise, well thought answers with little Coach Speak.
Nagy is looking on from the corner of the room ( remember big dick Bill sent him there) and taking notes but really he just keeps scribbling Why why why over and over. What's the why! Why is Bill better than me at AVERYTHINGG!
ehen he beats someone besides the Lions or Jags,
I'll be impressed