The
venerated RGIII and the rest of the not-so venerated Washington Football Club
arrived in Green Bay for a date with infamy. It was ugly, and by
"ugly," I mean "UGG-A-LEE!" Not only did the team have to
deal with a few thousand obnoxious "cheese heads," screaming in some
incomprehensible football language ("cheers" I think it's called),
but they had to run a gauntlet of set up by the Oneida Indian Nation over the
team name. So, to "pack" (pun intended) salt into the wound, the
Packers just proceeded to thoroughly, completely, unquestionably, absolutely,
and systematically KICK OUR ARSES! There's not much I can say about this game,
except..."Oww!" and "Ouch!" and "Dag, yo? Why in my
nads?" I think I'll just have to develop a taste for the old raven (crow),
because it looks like I'm going to be feasting on it this year.
4 comments:
Sorry, man, but for the rest of us it's great because you make us laugh when you eat crow.
I've grown used to swallowing feathers--they don't hurt so bad going down!
Thanks, Geo. Monday morning, I was smugly singing, HTTR, but changed the second line to "Hail mediocrity." Your Detroit game this week will be telling on how the rest of your season goes.
Rick the first two games already TOLD how the season will go! Detroit giving 10.
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