It’s not every day I quote Robert Frost while writing for Uncoached, but I felt it appropriate given what we’re witnessing here.

I imagine this is the tale of two brothers. Chip, the goofy sweater wearing fellow on the right, who spends his days doing volunteer work at the local rescue mission, and Dale, the tattooed mother-f’er who has returned home as the prodigal son on Christmas Day. Probably to rob the house for meth money, despite what his sweatshirt may say.

What does the future hold for these two? Only time will tell, but I bet it involves jail/a fresh batch of cupcakes. I’ll leave it to you to imagine which goes with which.