Showing posts with label big mental midget. Show all posts
Showing posts with label big mental midget. Show all posts

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Horse Balls Dropped


That's a nice first half you put up Derek Anderson, with the benefit of a couple of short fields. How did you nurse that 12-point halftime lead? Going three of 12 until the final drive of the game, one-hopping and overthrowing your receivers when the Steelers didn't sack you once? Did the Browns return unit outgain its offense by 50 yards? I think so.

Roethlisberger has 22 TDs and seven picks, despite having a mediocre offensive line that makes him run for his life. But, yeah, he's totally an overrated game manager.

Give the retard his due. Or at least something shiny.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Hey, Heath Miller is in the Endzone!

Only he's blanketed by three Cardinals. Why not go ahead and throw it anyway? Maybe there'll be a glitch like in Madden and the ball will go through one of the opposing players and materialize in Miller's hands. Who knows? Life's an adventure.

Oh, shit. One of the Cardinals did catch it. Well, just remember to show Tomlin your "Did I do bad?" face. He can't get too mad. He is the one who refuses to use Najeh Davenport in short yardage situations. First and goal from the four? Let's run it with Willie Parker twice up the gut. He's sure to move the pile.

Speaking of Willie Parker: would you like to fumble a few more handoffs? Tiki Barber just called. No, no, allow me. I'll hold the phone up to your ear so you can listen to him bitch about you stealing his schtick. It's a nice phone. I'd hate for you to drop it, shithead.