Billy Corben

I'm one of these boy children who's trying to be the next McVay.

Stoic, stoic, stoic.

That guy has lost games.

That team's pretty talented, but all close games.

You never see anything from this guy's face.

And then his running back.

flips away a casual touchdown, and this guy puts his hands on the player on the sidelines while yelling at him.

When I just told you two weeks ago, this guy seems to show no emotion ever.

He seems almost robotically principled about, I'm in control here, there's nothing that can happen in this game that can affect me, right until my running back's a dumbass, and then I get enraged and want to punch him on the sidelines.

I wrote it down.

I meant to say.

He's one of these boy children.

Child wonder is what I meant.

You know what my point was?

One of these young masterminds on offense that's going to make Kyler Murray championship good.

Well, can we go a step further, though?

Hold on.

I mean, come on, because bad luck is such a swipe that doesn't even mean anything anymore.

It really doesn't.

Oh, bad luck.