Option 1:

"Oh yeah, we're going to get slaughtered."

The pair of veteran analysts shared a look. Only a fraction of a second passed - the seasoned radioheads knew that the worst of all sins on live radio was to have dead air - but the incredulity was obvious. One coughed; the other laughed, hesitantly. "It's not going to be that bad, right?"

"No," said Simo, utterly unconcerned. "Me and the rest of the team talked about this before I came on and we all agree, we're going to get battered. Maybe we can fluke one win but Texas are going through, we know we're heading into a minefield."

Another shared look. Simo could almost hear the unspoken question - "...well, now what the hell do we say?" - and smiled a little. He had talked about it in the Argonaut locker room, mostly to check that nobody was going to get too offended if he came on and was brutally honest, but this wasn't even the first instance of one of the young Seattlites being blunt on the radio. Hell, Will Tomlander had totally thrown him under the bus a month or so ago, and Simo had known Will for...what, six years? Seven years now?

"Do you not think there's a path to winning at all?"

"Not unless the Renegades forget where Seattle is."