I swear, I'm working on some good stuff for a last-minute throwdown of Dr. Badcock's Elastic Evaluating Natatorium ... but I'm also pissed. I could have been spreading my opinions slathered six inches thick (atop real hearty kaiser rolls) across these last six months. Instead, I gotta chew & swallow NFL 2011, and be happy for the privilege?
No doubt, I'll gag it down, with a few witty asides per aperitif. And love it, by the end. Unless it's Packers v. Steelers again, in which case (see bold above).
We'll just have to see what happens by Monday's vote ... it's like Santa comes to town, and if you're a good person you get a pair of your own dirty underpants back. Thanks?
And yet, I've been ready for an opportunity like this since my youth.
2 comments:
Go Go, Dr. Riggo.
I'll be very curious to see how you rate the new Iggles.
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