Ever fumble the ball just before making it into the end zone? You have now. Your multicultural democracy was within reach. Gen X teed that shit up for you in the ‘90s. The Boomers taught us how to do it. You never saw that fucker’s fist coming to pop that ball out, did you? What the fuck we gotta do to ensure three-points-of-contact are maintained by our ball carriers? This is goddamn fundamental. Your lead blocker Print being pancaked was a challenge, sure… but Social Media lit your ass up—stepped on your face with a hobnail boot and broke your nose. So, now the ball’s out. Adjustments must be made addressing this mismatch; but, what are doing, now? The play’s not over. Loose ball fucker.