'“Man hands on misery to man,” Scott Fitterer said. “It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can–” Here he coughed, a ghastly sound, and his hands clutched his chest. “And don’t let your kids be Panthers fans,” he finished, and uttered a short, sharp laugh, before trading away the last of his draft picks to move up in the third round for a project receiver.'
