So I get a call from my brother at the office:
Brother: "Hey Ryan."
Me: "What the heck do you want?"
Brother: "I am telling you, you should lead the draft on _____"
Me:"What? I don't even like _____"
Brother: "So what, that dude ********* looks like he's got something like it up his sleeve."
Me: "They all got something up their sleeves, it's a competition."
Brother: "Take ______ or you'll be sorry."
Me: " Man I got an award winner on my desk right now, give me a great reason."
Brother: "Trust me, they'll love it"
Me: "Next round. This has to get drafted or somebody will pick it up, then I got no cop drama."
Brother: " I'm telling ya, you're gonna go down."
I hang up the phone and ponder for quite a while. Perhaps he has something here. In the meantime, I sign off on:
The Shield (2002-2008)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0286486/
Crap, now I'm worried about that dude *********.