Breece Hall - Expected to suit up Sunday

breece hall, a jet so fleet, with speed that burns beneath his feet, the green and white, his chosen crest, a shining star among the rest. through the line, he cuts so clean, a lightning bolt on metlife’s green, defenders falter, left to fall, in awe of the power of breece hall. the jets, they rise on wings of hope, with dreams of playoffs, learning to cope, a team reborn with fire and grit, determined now to never quit. through rain and snow, the battle’s call, they rally behind their one-man wall, hall leads the charge, with every stride, in him, the city takes its pride. so here’s to breece and the gang in flight, to endless drives on sunday night, the future shines, a brighter hue, the jets will soar; their time is due.

Start 2: Breece cook and Aj

What we thinking boys.