Let me paint the picture: I'd be shirtless, totally yolked, hoisting a more glorious version of Jon Snow's Valyrian steel to the sky. To the left will lay a deceased minotaur, slayed by yours truly. To the right, a second minotaur, probably the dead one's brother or best friend, who got the picture and is now totally subservient to his master. Behind me will fly a huge American flag. At my feet, a couple eternal flames, and ... hmmmmmmm ... oh, Vince Lombardi's ghost giving a thumbs up from on high.