Damn. Just when it looked like the Train Wreck was going to inflict all sorts of pain on opposing offensive linemen, he gets distracted by some friggin' habanero poppers and tears his triceratops.
Chef can't help but wonder if Hollis was sabotaged by teammates surprised by his rapid weight loss regimen and strong training camp performance.
Could it be possible that old friend Brian Young planted a tray of Habanero Hollis Poppers behind the tackling dummy and our boy Hollis couldn't stave off his craving for savory deep fried poppers stuffed with jalapeno queso and bacon bits?
Or was it Big Sed looking for a 1st-string guarantee, thus dropping a H.T. Train Wreck (block of cream cheese drizzled in Tabasco-infused cocktail sauce and shrimp) behind Hollis at the sound of the whistle? (I can only imagine the strain placed on the triceps when whipping back, one-armed, for a taste of the cheese.)
Get thee well, Hollis. You've come back from injustice (c.f. "Who Dat prayers of the faithful) before.