Would like to hope for the best here, but all I saw was a nice guy with a storied past (except for the SUV suspension that cut the story in mid sentence) all pumped up with nowhere to go and not much more to say, no concept of an offensive scheme, nary a discernible clue for anything else, slightly more personality excitement than watching astro-turf grow.
I’m sure he’ll be a knock out with the donors and recruits who are into cold sweats.
I believe before I blacked out I also heard a that warmed over …”core” bromide, a default sweet nothing expression of, yeah, him, Karl Dorrell.
Could he possibly carry Wayne Cook around with him in a carpet bag to do his taking for him?
And there’s Jarmond sitting there smugly ladling out the Koolaid of underachievement
-Allergies !