You know, the season so close I can taste it, boys. And all I want to see this year is some tough running, damn it! Right? I want to see some Frank Gore type runs. Bouncing between two defenders going, get north, Eric Weddle. Don’t even try it, son. Don’t even try it. I’m getting in the zone. I want to see some no glove chub stiffies, right? Call me crazy, boys, but I want to see some tough running, right? Let’s go to KC. We’re giving the ball to Ron Rivers. Letting them do some damage here, baby. Getting up field. Get off me! Get off me! I’m not done running! I’m not done running, 25. Not you. Anybody but you, 25! Anybody but you, damn it! No! Taste dirt, son. Taste dirt. You can take me down after, I don’t care. But you taste dirt first. Or let’s go to Minnesota, where I’m on greens gonna teach us how to run through a motherfucker’s face, baby. Run through a motherfucker’s face! That’s what I want to see this year. My Bradshaw, too. All right. I want to see some tough run, and damn it, we’ll stay in ST. Louis. Justin. Roger Craig’s telling us he doesn’t really feel like going down today. I don’t care if you’re getting blocks on. I want some, too. I want some, too. And we’re getting north! And we’re getting north all the way to the zone, right? With the extension to. Baby Cherry, on top. Fire me up. I’m telling you, man, it’s gonna. Oh, hell, the helmet just came off with. Did he just get his lid removed? Son said, fuck it, I’m dying anyway. Oh, that’s beautiful. Screw the lid. Who needs it? I don’t need help. I don’t need help. Damn it! Take the lids off, baby. Let’s go. I’m not usually into introductions, but my name is Brian Kushy. No nonsense. Only pain. Yeah, that’s right, 66. That’s right. Meet me there, son. Meet me there. I got some food. I got some food here. How much is this? Just a suggestion. Yeah. No. I’ll die for this shit. That’s what I thought. I’ll die for this shit right here. Yeah, yeah. Walk away. Walk.