I'm not sure where to start, so I'll just start coughing, puking and screaming what's on my mind.
Tom Moore needs to either grow a pair and reign in Manning, or go to wherever Lindy Infante is these days. Is Lindy dead? I'm torn on whether I hope he's still alive or not, given the shitty gameplan that Peytom Mooranning were apperantly trying to execute on Sunday.
Edge needs to understand that at some point, it's OK to grab someone who can make a coaching decison by the throat and (like a buffed, golden grilled, thuglike, iced out, Jimmy Chitwood) say "I can run the ball." It was already asked by one of you, how many many 5 & 7 step drops can you abort with blind fear, in the face of a withering blitz, before before you realize that you need to run the damn ball? I never thought I'd say this, but Edge deserves better than this situation gives him.
Howard Mudd needs to stick his foot up Tarik Glenn's ass everytime he costs us 5. If Mudd can't do it, get Harper's wife to stab him in the ass each time. I mean, really Tarik, you're a friggin Pro Bowler and you're playing at home. It's not like you don't know Manning is going to walk around behind you screaming and pointing like he's William Wallace getting ready to meet the English troops on every friggin play.
Finally, can we get Sanders to take one for the team and pummel Vanderchoke— retroactively, because he had better be gone next week—for every gay, Backstreet
Boy-esque celebration after a PAT or 20-yd chippy that hasn't mattered? Nothing would ease the pain more than Sanders showing Super Canadian his own beating heart right before everything goes dark. He friggin gestured to the sideline when the TO was called. If you didn't already know he was going to choke, that should have told you everything you needed to know. Hit it solid? I guess it wasn't obvious to all of us, but then I assumed it was about getting it in the neighborhood of the uprights...not hitting it solid. Even Scott Norwood is shaking his head in disgust right now, and his bright spot over the last 20 years is getting "Realtor" put on his business card.
I'm done with this choking bullshit. I should have gotten my degree and moved away from here like everyone else that had half a brain and a little ambition.
NK Hurst shouldn't have to give up their 15-bean home for this pile of steaming crap.
—Rob H.
Too bad that your first literary award had to come under these circumstances. Enjoy your Flipside shirt...enjoy it in Hell, you son of a bitch. (That's uncalled for. We're sorry. We're still in a "bad place" over all this. Again, our apologies.)
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Dear Flipside and all of Indianapolis,
I believe Nelson Muntz said it best, "Ha Ha". Go Steelers.
—Dan Gantt
P.S. Here's one for you....% chance that Vanderjagt was hammered, saw four sets of goal posts and actually thought he made that kick: 87.3%
When you receive your "Honorable Mention" prize package in the mail—the one from Speedway Williams—be sure you open it real close to your face. |
