I have been privileged to be called Sideline’s very own Nick Fury: an inquisitive leader who upholds honor among all under him, ensuring the betterment of man and everything that is funny form riskly like the polar lows in the Arctic. I am the one who tightens, loosens, and carefully massages every defective bolt in this gargantuan laughing machine. The one who infiltrates and reroutes the mellow fabric of special minds, planting ideas far more supernatural than the average, challenging and guiding talent to stretch beyond the limits of its own belief. When I die, the universe will cast a cosmic light show across the galaxy, a mere echo of my artistic intention, felt only once every hundred years. But until then, I’m here to lead a couple of goobers off the sideline and into the limelight.
