Ever heard of Erick Hallett? Arthur Maulet? Tyrus fucking Wheat? Neither have we. Neither has anyone!

And yet these unheralded, 5th, 6th, and 7th string guys stepped up and balled out, anchoring a Roar defense that held the Phuckaneers to a measly 9 points. Never mind that the Phucks were missing most of their offensive playmakers. Don't matter! Our D roared out and shut their assess down.

Meanwhile, Sonic hit the sonic button and Gibbsploded all over the field, tearing up the Phucks legit D.

Just as impressively, Lomas and Deano step up and roar out the pod absent Uncle Brother, who abandoned his country and, more importantly, the Lions to spend time with his daughter in fucking Europe. The Netherlands, specifically, which may not be an actual country, and definitely doesn't have an NFL team or any plans to host an NFL game. Pathetic.

We also discuss:

--Whether black guys can have mullets, and if so, how?

--Assembling the world's greatest producers and recording engineers and booking out the world's greatest studios to for once properly record a harmonized roar. Zoom just ain't getting it done.

--What the hell we're gonna do during the Lions bye week ...

--A bunch of other nonsense I can't remember.

Until next time, Godspeed, Uncle Brother. And keep roaring, Roar Nation!