Is there a heartbeat woven into the very fabric of the name ZZZzzz? Is it more than just mere syllables? Is Tim battling narcolepsy and this is a silent cry for help?

Or is it an ominous whisper of the ancient Phoenician letter, Zayin—meaning a weapon or sword? That weapon an unyielding symbol of power. That sword forged in determination and relentless ambition. Tim doesn’t surrender to sleep. He waits with patience, burning with anticipation for that perfect moment to strike. He’s the predator lurking in the shadows, to snipe that waiver-wire hero.
The truth is Z's are only mere symbols. Z's do not win championships! W's do!