Baalke marches out onto the practice field: "Hey Q, get your [BLEEP] and get out of here! You're cut!"

Quincy: "What?!? Coach just named me as a starter!

Baalke: "I don't give a [BLEEP]. You suck. I didn't draft you. Get outta here."

Meyer walks up: "What's going on here?"

Baalke to Meyer: "I'm getting you to 53."

Meyer: "Isn't that my job?"

Baalke: "Not here it isn't."

Meyer: "Ok, cool. Hey, by the way, I have some connections in Cincy. After that game there, I'm gonna hang back a day or so and catch another flight home. Any issues with that?

Baalke's eyelids narrow and the corner's of his mouth bend upward betraying his smile: "None at all." *laughs in Dr. Evil*





How it went down in some minds.

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