It’s a flea flicker.

He makes you think he’s writing about the flowers again.

You give the eye-roll, but it’s real short so you give it your best attention.

And the next thing you know, the quarterback has the ball again, and the receiver is wide open downfield.

“I know how the flowers feel.”

“Lodged — though not dead.”

Don’t we all, Bobby…

Don’t we all…