How far can Beck take us?

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I wish I could be a fly on the wall for that conversation...

Mike: So I'm thinking this deal for Donovan is done.

Kyle: Um...yeah, Dad? We've talked about this before. A lot. I don't want McNabb. He's not a fit for our system.

Mike: Have you mowed the grass yet?

Kyle: Dad, that's not the point. Haven't you heard about this guy? About the laziness, the lack of tempo. Not to mention his fundamentals are all over the place, Dad, and...

Mike: That grass is looking mighty long, Kyle.

Kyle: ...Okay, I get the grass is growing a bit. But personally, I wouldn't mind working with Jason Campbell, letting him and Rex compete for the job...

Mike: How about this? We'll trade for Donovan, and we'll work to fixing his fundamentals...

Kyle: He's 34, how can we--

Mike: In the meantime, while me and Bruce finalize the puppy, you can mow the grass

Kyle: I really don't see.

Mike: Does someone want to get grounded?

Kyle: ...Dad, I'm 31 years old, and...

Mike: Okay *pats Kyle on the back*, good talk son. Going to go trade for Donovan now. I expect that grass to be mowed when I come back.

*Mike walks off, leaving Kyle looking defeated. Vanquished, Kyle sighs, walks away, and goes to get the lawn mower, cursing McNabb's name the whole time*