Brick, I don't know if you're using some reverse psychology, but now I have to pull for the guy. He's going to become our human victory cigar. When the game is totally, obviously, completely in the win column, the chant will begin, softly at first, then louder and louder, until it's all anyone can think about:
"DooYAY...DooYAY...DooYAY!"
He's going to come in and hit four threes in a row, playing to the crowd all the while. He's going to be carried off the floor on the shoulders of his cheering teammates, hands raised as the crowd roars its approval.