Cecil Honeychurch is a goddamn national treasure.
And bootcamp has been moved to Friday. It is the final bootcamp. First game is on Sunday. Your teams are practically in stone because we judge you. Very harshly.
That being said, if you feel unhappy with your performance and want more practice time, come find me or Quinn at any time. Even after the games start. Quinn has literally nothing else going on. Trust me, she lives for this. The best time to approach her is in the library.
Nineteen more days, then we're out of this fucking place.
And happy birthday, McBride. My gift to you was you not having to be quarantined. Treasure it.