"Touchdown!"
Bart couldn't restrain himself. He clenched his fists, suddenly stood up, and shouted with fierce passion, as if a slumbering lion had just awoken.
In the ESPN studio, all eyes turned to him as if they were watching a gibbon playing with a ball:
Here, in the back-end studio, they did not broadcast live in sync with the game. Pash was handling the live broadcast at Arrowhead Stadium, so their job was to quietly watch the live feed and take notes, not yet their turn to perform.
But what on earth was Bart doing, acting as if he had never seen the world before?
Even Bart himself had not anticipated—
How did he, just, suddenly, have a blackout?
