The Scoop from Mr. Davis' Jump Suit Tailor

As mr davis came for his regular thursday tailoring of a jumpsuit; his assistant said that they would be needing a special glistening silver with black pattern for the upcoming draft....mr davis mumbled something about why players dont take greenies anymore, hes getting worse, and i hope he keeps himself alive, theres not much work in oakland for tailored jumpsuit specialist, which is also why im trying my hand at reporting for the auspicious Holy Roller. His assistant continued after some awkward silence, saying they'd need the best polyurethene money can buy, and possibly a raiders logo handstitched on the left upper left pectoral. the assistant wiped some drool running from mr davis' mouth, and pleaded, "wouldn't you like that, mr davis? a new draft day jumpsuit?" his stare into the assistants soul resembled an emergency raft floating at sea without occupants. the hollowness. then he turned to me and asked, "did you catch last weeks gunsmoke?" i said yes, and calmly excused myself to the bathroom, where i wiped my eyes and remembered when al first strolled in boasting about a dh in his trunk.