Ironside streaming has now gone live! Titled "A quick discussion before the draft."
The camera flickers on, Bjørn on that large leather couch as he normally is for these streams. He looks up to the camera with a bright smile and waves. "Hello there guys and gals. It's been a bit since we've spoken. The last time I saw you guys was before the playoffs. Honestly, I've been a little heated and I wanted to calm down so I could talk to you rationally about what is coming up for Bjørn Ironside. First, lets talk about the Prospect Bowl playoffs."
Bjørn motions towards his projector screen. The light pops on an images of pictures and stats from the game begin to emerge. "Honestly, I'm not going to get into it too much here. I would like to preface by saying congratulations to the East Cobras. You guys are champions and you absolutely earned it. Lets start by talking about the Wolfpack though. De La Agua and Wozniak? You two are absolute legends for what you managed in the championship game. You strapped your team to your backs and did your best to carry them across the finish line. If there was a chance at contact, you were all over it and I can fully respect that. Where did you fail? How did you let the Cobras beat you after that huge upset of the Mongoose? Your sacks. How did you guys not manage a single championship sack? You did know this was the last game, right? I tuned in to watch some exciting football, but were you boys even going after the tiny man? I fully expected a bit more work from this defense and I am thoroughly disappointed by their lack of effort. Of course you lost when the tiny man's jersey didn't even get grass on it. I know we love our big boys on the other side of the trenches, but you can't let them beat you like that. I expect more from you in the coming months."
Bjørn shakes his head in disappointment before focusing back in on the task. "Back to the Cobras." Bjørn jumps up suddenly and shouts. "Did you see how that defense played throughout?! Those big guys up front were absolutely smothering in both the run and the passing game. And even the guys at the second level got consistently involved. There are just too many of you guys to call you all out by name, so if I miss you I apologize. We've got to start with Ammons. You didn't have the best playoffs, brother. But boy did you get them there. If I had to give a Prospect Bowl MVP, I think it would have to be young. You were all over the place, taking every tackle you could. You were truly stand out. You should come eat tacos with me. Put on a little more weight and I'd love to have you by my side on the lines. Then you've got guys like Gaines and Babcock who had a consistent contribution every week. They had some games that put them nearly on par with Ammons and I think these two had an awesome one two punch. Then you have to look at our biggest of boys, Ferrel and Buckington. They were out there constantly trying to crush the tiny man and got to him on a multitude of occasions. This defensive unit really showed out and put some offenses in their place." After calming down from the excitement of discussing a killer defense, Bjørn settles back down on his couch.
Bjørn clicks a button and the screen changes to an overview of his own team's roster. "As for the Tropics? I've got to say I loved playing beside you guys. Everyone on our roster really put their heart into it. You played hard and did everything you could to keep us competitive. I would love to share a team with you in the coming DSFL season and I hope a few of you are along the ride with me. You showed some fire out there, you never gave up even when it looked most desperate. I've always respected that kind of drive. Except for you, Gimmy. We already know my feelings about you. But I guess after all of that recalculating, you finally found the end zone. Was a little bit too late though."
Bjørn shuts the screen off and looks back to the camera. "Now I guess we can talk about what's next for Bjørn Ironside. In roughly 48 hours, the NSFL draft will finally be taking place. Now I'm not going to make any wild guesses about where I'm going to land. I mean clearly any smart GM would have Bjørn Ironside in the top three. No one is as dedicated to crushing tiny people the way Bjørn is. That said, their priorities may not be crushing tiny people. And to that, I say their priorities are wrong. I digress, I'm excited for the coming days. I've already got my suit planned out. I'm going up to the draft and sit in the front row. I'm excited to see my boys get drafted. I mean obviously I want to see all defensive line and offensive line in the first two rounds. These teams need some beef and this is the draft to go for that. The guys up stairs say they're smarter than Bjørn, but I question that when I see them take tiny men early. Even then, I'm excited to see my tiny men get picked up too. Everyone has been working hard to get their draft stocks up and I can't wait to see it shake out. I have learned to love this class. Hard workers who are all heart and not much brain. They're lovable and easy to get along with and it'll be an honor to share the field with them this coming season, regardless of which side they're on."
"In close, I wish all my fellow prospects luck. You guys are legends in your own right and I hope you fall where you think you should Monday. Until next time, LETS GET HYPED! Bjørn out!" Fireworks go off behind Bjørn's couch, Bjørn jumps to his feet and lets out a victorious roar. Then he looks behind him where smoke is filling the room. "Uh oh."
And with that, the camera flickers off.
Ironside Streaming has gone offline.
The camera flickers on, Bjørn on that large leather couch as he normally is for these streams. He looks up to the camera with a bright smile and waves. "Hello there guys and gals. It's been a bit since we've spoken. The last time I saw you guys was before the playoffs. Honestly, I've been a little heated and I wanted to calm down so I could talk to you rationally about what is coming up for Bjørn Ironside. First, lets talk about the Prospect Bowl playoffs."
Bjørn motions towards his projector screen. The light pops on an images of pictures and stats from the game begin to emerge. "Honestly, I'm not going to get into it too much here. I would like to preface by saying congratulations to the East Cobras. You guys are champions and you absolutely earned it. Lets start by talking about the Wolfpack though. De La Agua and Wozniak? You two are absolute legends for what you managed in the championship game. You strapped your team to your backs and did your best to carry them across the finish line. If there was a chance at contact, you were all over it and I can fully respect that. Where did you fail? How did you let the Cobras beat you after that huge upset of the Mongoose? Your sacks. How did you guys not manage a single championship sack? You did know this was the last game, right? I tuned in to watch some exciting football, but were you boys even going after the tiny man? I fully expected a bit more work from this defense and I am thoroughly disappointed by their lack of effort. Of course you lost when the tiny man's jersey didn't even get grass on it. I know we love our big boys on the other side of the trenches, but you can't let them beat you like that. I expect more from you in the coming months."
Bjørn shakes his head in disappointment before focusing back in on the task. "Back to the Cobras." Bjørn jumps up suddenly and shouts. "Did you see how that defense played throughout?! Those big guys up front were absolutely smothering in both the run and the passing game. And even the guys at the second level got consistently involved. There are just too many of you guys to call you all out by name, so if I miss you I apologize. We've got to start with Ammons. You didn't have the best playoffs, brother. But boy did you get them there. If I had to give a Prospect Bowl MVP, I think it would have to be young. You were all over the place, taking every tackle you could. You were truly stand out. You should come eat tacos with me. Put on a little more weight and I'd love to have you by my side on the lines. Then you've got guys like Gaines and Babcock who had a consistent contribution every week. They had some games that put them nearly on par with Ammons and I think these two had an awesome one two punch. Then you have to look at our biggest of boys, Ferrel and Buckington. They were out there constantly trying to crush the tiny man and got to him on a multitude of occasions. This defensive unit really showed out and put some offenses in their place." After calming down from the excitement of discussing a killer defense, Bjørn settles back down on his couch.
Bjørn clicks a button and the screen changes to an overview of his own team's roster. "As for the Tropics? I've got to say I loved playing beside you guys. Everyone on our roster really put their heart into it. You played hard and did everything you could to keep us competitive. I would love to share a team with you in the coming DSFL season and I hope a few of you are along the ride with me. You showed some fire out there, you never gave up even when it looked most desperate. I've always respected that kind of drive. Except for you, Gimmy. We already know my feelings about you. But I guess after all of that recalculating, you finally found the end zone. Was a little bit too late though."
Bjørn shuts the screen off and looks back to the camera. "Now I guess we can talk about what's next for Bjørn Ironside. In roughly 48 hours, the NSFL draft will finally be taking place. Now I'm not going to make any wild guesses about where I'm going to land. I mean clearly any smart GM would have Bjørn Ironside in the top three. No one is as dedicated to crushing tiny people the way Bjørn is. That said, their priorities may not be crushing tiny people. And to that, I say their priorities are wrong. I digress, I'm excited for the coming days. I've already got my suit planned out. I'm going up to the draft and sit in the front row. I'm excited to see my boys get drafted. I mean obviously I want to see all defensive line and offensive line in the first two rounds. These teams need some beef and this is the draft to go for that. The guys up stairs say they're smarter than Bjørn, but I question that when I see them take tiny men early. Even then, I'm excited to see my tiny men get picked up too. Everyone has been working hard to get their draft stocks up and I can't wait to see it shake out. I have learned to love this class. Hard workers who are all heart and not much brain. They're lovable and easy to get along with and it'll be an honor to share the field with them this coming season, regardless of which side they're on."
"In close, I wish all my fellow prospects luck. You guys are legends in your own right and I hope you fall where you think you should Monday. Until next time, LETS GET HYPED! Bjørn out!" Fireworks go off behind Bjørn's couch, Bjørn jumps to his feet and lets out a victorious roar. Then he looks behind him where smoke is filling the room. "Uh oh."
And with that, the camera flickers off.
Ironside Streaming has gone offline.