The NFL's finest have gathered in Honolulu for the annual showdown betwee --- Wait... should we prattle on about a game that no one gives a rats ass about anyway, or should we continue to revel in the misery of Pats fans?
Yeah, I thought so too. Let's hear from Fitzy....
This may end up being the best off season ever. Cheers!
We've sadly come to the final WHO YA GOT? until September and we're left to wonder what can carry us across the seven-month void of no football. Likely it's two activities that will never get old: maliciously glorying in the Greatest Choke Job of All-Time (tm 2007 New England Patriots, all rights reserved) or some good old-fashioned fucking, like yo mamma used to make. Which is better? Which will help us more to cope with the offseason? WHO YA GOT?
The guys at Why the Red Sweatshirt? blame Belichick's sartorial switcheroo for the Pats' epic crash 'n' burn. Here, Bill reminds me of Hester Prynne-- another known fornicator with an eye for red threads. Kicking the mumbling old troll while he's down will probably get old in a month or two. But until then...
Image HT: The Sports Hernia
We won't beat around the bush, we're crazy about you, Matt Walsh. After all, what's sexier than power? And right now we think you have the power to run Belicheat out of the league in shame and dishonor. And that's sexy, baby.
Come to Rogg's office and sing like the magnificent canary that, deep down, you know you are. Tell him how Bill made you tape the Rams in New Orleans and how he cackled like a maniac when you forked over the discs. Tell him where he touched you while you reviewed the Rams futile preparations over braunschweiger and warm malt liquor. Tell him how he just laughed when begged him to stop. You can do it, big guy. We believe you... and we believe IN you. <3
Hopefully they dispatched the waaaaahmbulance to this place. Not to help the Pats fans, but because they should collect their tears. I think they cure cancer. At least they clear up anything that's bothering me.
Much thanks to TheJetsBlog.
Update: Shock of shocks! Obama didn't carry Massachusetts. Wonder why?
See? Giants fans embrace their ugly stereotypes. That's why we like them so much more than Patriots fans. That is, at least for another few days, until their gloating gets old and we wish them all dead.
If you're a Giants fan today, you're obviously feeling a joyous amalgam of elation and disbelief. You might also be annoyed that the nut graf of every recap that you've read has said that the Patriots lost first and foremost. While it's fun to twist the knife on the Patriots fans, who are deserving of every iota of grief they incur from this loss forever and always, it's not reflective of the dominating performance put on by the Giants, especially their front four, which bullied and squashed what was exhaustively told to us was the greatest offense of all time.
Manning was the MVP, but Strahan, Tuck, Osi and Robbins were the Measts.
Wow. How does Manning get loose? How the hell does Tyree catch the ball with his freaking helmet? Holy shit, what a game.
video: Awful Announcing
image: reader Chris C.
