Barring some unforseen spurt of ambition in the next couple of hours, you are reading what will be our last workday post of the 2006 season. After all the games, the posts, the cheerleaders, the bukkake, we're down to our last game, and it is the biggest game of all.
Our hero will attempt to vindicate his gunslinging self, and the infamous Fetus Head and his band of minions will attempt to thwart him. Yet we are hopeful. We gently cradle a bastion of hope in our hands and cautiously await fulfillment, as our champion waits to throw a laser to two toward Saturn one final time.
Just to set the record straight, we're not going anywhere during the offseason. We may let Drew sleep for a couple hours and maybe start a search for Falco's body when we get around to it, but we intend to provide the same perspective on pro football (and maybe a few other things) that you've come to expect from this crazy-assed cadre since our parade of phallic escapes began just seven short months ago.
In celebration and in lieu of our standard Friday cheerleader fare, we present these images from the
See you next week.