Bray has closed shut the jaws of the demon of Thumb Injury. He has rolled back the stone in front of the training room, and has returned to bring us salvation. Oh, Dooley. You have seen his face and touched his gloved hand, but you still do not believe he can play. On Saturday, the Truth shall be revealed to you and you shall be known as Doubting Dooley. Cast the Commodores into the Pit of Gnashville, where there will be great gnashing of teeth, oh Bray. Spread the good news. He has risen.
