You know who’s a BAMF? The dudes who shot bin Laden. But besides those guys, you know who else is a BAMF? Scott Smith. When the bunny kicked Scott last year, did that keep Scott down? No. BAMF bounced back up like Rambo and was all, “How you like me now, bitches?” And then he sired the first of many generations of Smith that will eventually lead to the birth of the one true savior, Aurora Andromeda Smith, who, in the year 2346 will defeat the Robot Overlords of Alpha Gamma 6 in the Great Nebulon Galaxy Unicorn Wars. And, lo, a year later, he was all, “Yall can take your First Annual Montgomery Burns for Outstanding Achievement in the Field of Excellence and sit on it because I just grabbed THIS, yall. SEACREST OUT!” Then Scott Smith dropped the mic and walked off stage.

Why?

Because you can’t keep a good man down.

Because, as another wise man once said, “Come at the King, best not miss.”

Because, as yet another wise man once said, “You better come correct.”

Because Scott Smith is a BAMF.