Well then, hot on the heels of the potential sportsjack frenzy came the true awesome tidal wave of the great lord National Television approbationAnd the Lord spaketh, and he hath sayeth, "Thou shalt have a Gibbs, but then thou shalt be dark and dry for as long as the days are long."
Why is it that, when I root for my favorite team, it feels like I'm stepping in line for a cockpunch? One at a time please sir, one at a time. Boof! Step right up, sir ...
Honestly, if you can rag on the Washington Skins in a refreshing way, do it now.
One can't help but wonder if our problems from the last twenty years couldn't at all be self-prophesied. Does anyone believe that Washington will ever be a real team as long as they employ the most racist name in sports?
Don't just recycle, Washington. It's hard to root for you emotionally, politically or rationally. Give us a fucking break. For fuck's sake, give me a fucking break.
4 comments:
Oh it's gonna get ugly.
oh yeah, and that guy served time for raising, torturing and murdering dogs for bloodsport.
But he's wicked good, so line up the blow jobs. Hey Chucky, quit shoving!
Coach Janky-Spanky should have selected someone fast to spy Vick.
Shanahanagins!
Favre looks like a good signing...
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