I could watch the hit that Spikes put on Tom Brady all day. That was beautiful. It was art.
It is so hard to watch the game(s) when I have to keep washing my eyes out with lye from seeing the ref’s unis.
If anyone would like some Sunday afternoon reading, I suggest any game thread from a Jets message board.
It’s like watch a bi-polar girl suddenly being told by her boyfriend that he’s dumping her. The thread gone from elation and guarentees of victory to anger to hopelessness.
Half the board wants Mike Nugent’s head on a pike and the rest sound like they’re going to bed to eat Ben & Jerry’s while listening to Alanis Morissette.
I have to stop drinking. I cannot get out of my head the image of a foursome with me, Ben, Jerry and Alanis Morrisette.
I may never get hard again.
As a Jets fan, I can personally attest to the message board madness. If the rest of the season is anything like today, I’m going to need a pacemaker.
The Jets might be the only team in the NFL whose fans are consistently more fun and entertaining than the team itself. That’s why I love those Jets. And hate them. So much.
It’s all better now. Pam Oliver is looking good.
Aw, Captain, that picture was a visually poetic description of the joy I felt in my raisin-sized heart during the opening minutes of my team’s game today. It wasn’t quite as hartwarming as the pleasure I felt watching Bledsoe on his whiny back, but, you know, pretty close.
HDTV reveals so much. For instance, I never knew Andrea Kremer was the Chicken Lady from “Kids in the Hall.”
I love this time of year.
I expected a little livebloggin’ action on NFL’s first Sunday. Heck, I was looking forward to it.
But it looks like the KSK runnin’ crew must have had too much drinky drinky. Which is no excuse, but moreover a better reason to liveblog.
Somebody send Trent Green’s widow a ham. Oh, he’s alive? CANCEL THE HAM!
Seriously though, glad he’s ok. How that hit didn’t get flagged has me stymied all to hell.
Did anyone notice that when they were loading Green on the stretcher that the KC stadium pa was playing a marching band version of ” Carry On ” by Kansas?
I guess that hyperbaric chamber that Dan Morgan got for himself didn’t work. He keeps knockin himself the fuck out, he’s probably done. He misses like 5-6 games every year due to the same shit. Man, my Seahawks narrowly escaped an ugly one, it’s all good you always have a game like that on the way to a superbowl win. Panthers look like a fuckin joke, they better get it together.
lookat who’s here… “Suzy , you look real good right now – i want to kiss you…”. Mmmmm. I like her hair… I feel what Joe was feeling…