Showing posts with label randy moss' elbow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label randy moss' elbow. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Straight bunk, homie
Moss in trouble with the law? Terry Bradshaw alive?

Hey Florio, fake Patriots stories is our schtick!!!


Last night Pro Football Talk reported that Randy Moss was the subject of a temporary restraining order taken out by a Florida woman. Holy shit, we thought, this changes everything! Hilarious posts would have to be written (by someone else). Wagers recalculated.

The cold light of day found PFT backpedaling faster than Kyle Orton with a hangover. Turns out the story, from a Florida radio station, was a bunch of baloney. What do you know, there is more than one person named Randy Moss in the world!

We like PFT (most of us anyway), but apparently being first means being wrong on occassion. We can toss this one alongside other clunkers like Farve's 2006 training camp retirement, Terry Bradshaw's untimely demise, and the low, low rates on Sprint text messaging. No wait, that last one is really true. Carry on then.

Caveman edit: Don't forget this PFT fuck-up.

PM Update: Random Asshat writes: "And nice job attacking PFT for posting that 'false' Moss story, then failing to mention anywhere on your site that it turned out that the report PFT cited was 100% accurate." Thanks, RA.




Monday, October 22, 2007

Boss toss to Moss


Among other assorted derring-do. Randy Moss caught a 50-yard touchdown pass yesterday. Actually to be precise, Randy Moss' right elbow caught a 50-yard touchdown pass yesterday. Right fucking elbow-- I shit you not. In double coverage. Elbow. 50 yards. Randy Moss' elbow by itself is better 75% of the receivers in the league. Right now, the Jaguars are trying to put together a trade offer for the elbow.

Is there any thing that Brady can't heave wildly into the horizon that Moss can't go up and get? The Brady-Moss connection has now evolved from a formidable offensive stratagem to a free-wheeling, barnstorming daredevil circus act. Next week, I fully expect to see a blindfolded Brady chucking passes two at a time across a minefield while a straight-jacketed Moss catches them nonchalantly with his feet as Stars and Stripes Forever blares in the background. Or Brady winging exploding pineapples instead of footballs. At this point, I'm willing to believe anything.

“They shall have stars at elbow and foot.” - Corey Dillon Thomas