Dashy

I do smell something.

I don't smell a damn thing.

It smells good.

It doesn't smell like cologne to me.

It smells like, um... Like a body lotion.

Yeah, it smells... Yeah, it smells... Body wash.

Loading dock, for sure.

Someone went out back, left the door open for a sec to bring something in.

It's always hard to drop down, play someone right away.

Especially when, like, you're 10 minutes away from beating OpTic, being in Winter's Finals on Sunday, and all of a sudden you're setting your shit up on Featured against a Thieves that's, like, becoming Red Hot.

Yeah, I played, like, 20 minutes later, and then 40 minutes later you're in the elevator going up to your room, like, what the fuck just happened?

Like, this is the worst thing in my life.

It's like the highs and lows of competing are insane sometimes.

Uh, honestly, I've kind of given up on the bottom four teams.

I don't think there's even a point at this point.

Can't make champs, really.

I mean, like, Carolina kind of can, but like, it's like a miracle run.

They're not ready for that, like, truthfully.

Yeah, there's just no way.

I mean, Vancouver, like, Jesus Christ.