Joe Flacco has a Super Bowl ring and a Super Bowl MVP. LET ME JUST REPEAT THAT.
True despair is not known unless there
is hope to go along with it. Despair tells you to give up, to give
in, then the cruel siren call of hope whispers in your ear to give it
one more day, one more chance.
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Are you kidding me. How does a team not
make the playoffs with those records? I can tell you how, they are
the Chicago Bears, and like every other Chicago sports team (I am
looking at you, Derick Rose's knee) there is so much promise and it
never delivers. How can you spend 100 million on salaries in baseball
and not make the playoffs? You are the Cubs (or the Mariners).
The Bears are the only franchise in the
history of sports to turn an iconic stadium into something that looks
like a toilet?
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How the fuck are you a professional
football team who's offensive line is about as functional as road
cones, but at least with road cones there is a chance that a
d-lineman might trip over one before power slamming Jay Cutler into
the field turf of Soldier’s Field. You have to give it to Culter,
he is putting his life at risk every snap he takes behind that line
and it has shown each year when he eventually gets injured and our
backup has a throwing motion that starts on Tuesday and finishes the
following Monday. Watching Jason Campbell throw is the equivalent of
watching your teams hope and dreams die before your very eyes.
Where is the booze? I need a fucking
drink right now.
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And we hired a coach from the CFL. Most of our defense are members of the AARP. But we still have Jay, Brandon, and Matt. Thats all you need right? RIGHT?
The lies we tell ourselves so we can 'sleep' at night.
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