Somebody needs to fry for this. I want hot oil and finger-spikes, while the simpleton clump is waterboarded. It is the equivalent of those infamous 19-0 t-shirts the Patriots printed four years ago, now Third World fashion staples
The most fundament rule of juju: Never claim you've won the game before it has begun. Never. Ever. But that's what the Giants did, for a while, yesterday on their website.
Some meth-headed Rooney Mara boy-toy must have weasiled his way into the front office, while Tom Coughlin was busy watching his daily rerun of "Patton." Holy God, I cannot believe we have done this. It is inexcusable. We have lost the Super Bowl. Do you understand? It's over. I'M TELLING YOU, IT IS OVER. Bet the house. Bet the dog. THIS IS THE DUMBEST FRONT OFFICE DECISION SINCE ROCKY THOMPSON. I tell you, the team was betrayed by its own management. We need a special prosecutor. Fire up the hot oil cauldron, folks, because somebody needs to pay.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
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The Lunchables Curse?
This, by the way, is my most powerful counterproductive juju. It's like exploding a nuclear bomb in a tornado. It's all we've got.
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