Last week it seemd my turning the other cheek in regards to hate mongoring a team seemed to work.
I can't bring myself to do it this week with the woe is us, the football world hates us, big-mouthed Jacobs New York Tiny's.
I wanna see Coughlin on the sidelines making that face like he just found out his mother was raped, tortured and then killed by a biker gang and his father hired them to do it.
Brandon Jacobs needs a real football helmet instead of the logo being spray painted on that big, fat, air-filled melon with plenty of space to rent. I hope he forgets to shave before thay tape him up. He may end up a good person with the right man at his side.
Tuck...............he's just an unfortunate by-product of being associated with the likes of half-wit sociopaths that couldn't collectively figure the sum of 1 and 1 if you spoted them both 1's.
About the only thing I don't hate about this "football" team is that they were smart enough to get rid of Shockless.(Although his departure, rumor has it, was all Coughlins husbands idea) I no longer have to endure that over-hyped sap that only performed well cause #31(then) was his responsibility, twice a year. I compared it to a high-colonic via firehose, minus the water, replaced with sulfuric acid.
Opey needs a Hooker. Plain and simple. I can't think of any other way to induce life into him. Hearing the word's "VD compounded with clap, and it's spreading" may get to him. Adding "You NEED to tell your mother so we can start treating her too" should make three quarters of that foot ball team in dire need of Penecillan.
