Every gang has a sidekick, a mascot, a lovable, cutesy tagalong to add to the proceedings. This gang, however, has Rob, on whom the jury’s still out as to whether he’s a grown man, a little boy, or some action figure that got caught in a gamma ray experiment. How did he even make this team, you may ask with nine hints of incredulity? Well, there’s barely sufficient talent to call the Portsport Crammers a “team.”
