"Three days?" Alex asked.
"Five days," Sam said.
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The small lecture hall was filled with the men and women who comprised the A2Z BART project team. The lights had been dimmed, except for the spotlight on the lectern in front of the tiered seats. Dr. Rachael Winters, one of the lead scientists for the BART project, adjusted the microphone. A slide was projected on the large screen behind her as she spoke.
Now that the NFL schedule has dropped, it's win projection season! Yes, it's meaningless, and nobody actually cares after the fact, kind of like life itself. So… Let's go!
It's been said that nobody wins the Super Bowl in April. Or May. Or any month other than February. But apparently, you can lose the Super Bowl in April. Or May. And, well, February, too.
At least the Patriots will be able to play that Nobody Believed In Us card in 2022.
"When I was a schoolboy," the instructor began, "we were taught to crawl under our desks in the event of a nuclear attack. Of course, with all the lead in the paint back in those days, hiding under our desks was probably redundant." Brad Stillman waited a beat for his joke to land but it didn't. It never had. And yet, he somehow felt compelled to open the Earthquake Preparedness class with it again. It was his fourteenth time leading the class. It was the fourteenth time he had told his school desk/A-Bomb/lead paint joke. 0 for 14. Not even a chuckle. He felt like Slim Pickens, riding that nuke like a bronco-busting cowboy at the end of Dr. Strangelove. Bombed at the box office.
Bill Belichick is the DGAF GM.
It says so on his business card.
Is it wrong for me to have this smug, self-satisfied feeling of validation because I took CB Marcus Jones at #85 for the Patriots in my final PFF Mock Draft? Just like Bill Belichick just did?
Too much?
Too much.