Thursday, February 14, 2008
ZACH THOMAS TO BE RELEASED
Well, this is no fun at all. This is the first thing the Tuna Administration has done that has given me pause. Not in a "I angrily disagree with this decision!", more like "You better know what you're doing." I understand cap space, but Zach Thomas has been a huge part of the identity of this franchise since his rookie season. In a lot of cases, terms like "Fan favorite", "Gritty", "Hard-nosed" and "Blue collar" normally just means some white guy who plays better than most white guys at a position other than QB or kicker (Case in point, Wayne Chrebet). Thomas seemed to be the type of guy who actually warranted these terms. All those cliches about guys who play 110% and guys whose motors are always running seemed tailor-made for him. I realize I'm typing this like a eulogy, but I really do hope he retires. I reluctantly accepted losing Welker and Chambers, but I really don't want to see Thomas in a Patriots or Jets jersey.
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Zach Thomas
Monday, February 4, 2008
Giselle Bundchen Should Date Mercury Morris
This was probably our best game all season. It’s official. The Patriots are not the best team ever. In fact, they are not even the best this team this season. Despite breaking all kinds of impressive records this year, their season ended when they tied the record for least Super Bowls won in a season with 0. After all the video taping, trash talking, HGH injecting antics, the ‘72 Dolphins enjoyed their bubbly while the Patriots were sent home crying to their supermodel girlfriends, which reminds me.
Giselle Bundchen Should Date Mercury Morris
I’m not sure how much this would help save the team but it’s a good idea. She’s gotta be tired of dating a choke-artist who can’t win when it counts. Not only was Mercury Morris on a perfect football team, he also has more personality on his pinky than the Patriots have in their whole locker room. Assuming he would have her, she should do it. She’s guaranteed champagne at least once a year, when Brady, Manning or who ever else fails to match perfection. Perfectville is a lonely place and he could use some company.
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1972 Dolphins,
Giselle Bundchen,
Mercury Morris,
Perfectville,
Tom Brady
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