Derek is on the floor foam-rolling his right hamstrings when I storm into the room. His eyebrows lift. “First of all, that is a very scandalous position you’re in, sir.” “I’ve learned not to do this stretch around any cameras for a reason,” he says. “Do you have a second following the first?” “Yes,” I say with one final, definitive Nicole-esque head nod. “Let’s break all the rules, Derek Pender.”
