Today is a bad day to be a duck. When they walk out and hit the field, they will be met with the type of thunder in Columbus that will shake them to their core. They thought they played their first football game last week, but today they will come to know how wrong that thought was.
Nothing has prepared them for the hell about to be unleashed in The Shoe. It has been sitting idle with a quiet rumble building up to this date. Today is finally feeding day. When the jaws lock down on the ducks, they will not stop chomping until every last feather, wing, and webbed foot has been devoured.
Welcome to your worst nightmare, Oregon. Hope you enjoyed the trip, because today the only way you’re leaving is digested.
