With the 32nd pick in the 2nd round... Bill Belichick slithers up to the draft's stage, a trail of ooze and mucus in his wake. As he approaches the podium to announce his pick, the audience is taken aback with horror and disgust. Behind the podium, most of this disturbing sight is hidden, however various small tentacles appear and disappear as he gathers enough breath to mumble into the microphone. He smirks and thinks to himself, 'How smart am I? The self-proclaimed best player in the draft falling to me in the last pick of the second round? ha.ha.ha...' He breaks a smile, an unnerving combination of gnarled teeth and pained grimace, parents guard their children's faces and women shriek in despair. It does not bother the Belichick. Through his cracked facade, he mutters...
Jalen 'Teez' Tabor, CB
The lights flicker - then go out. When the flash on a second later, the Belichick has vanished. The only trace on him is a trail of slime and a wallet-sized picture of Tom Brady... This came to me in a dream.