Baby stay calm we don’t need another episode
Oh my… now! Right there! Yes, no. Yes! Yes! That’s it!
That was me on Sunday AM, realizing the PST alarm wasn’t set for noon EST.
It’s difficult to tap that app when you’re first waking up.
How was that WTF weekend? That’s what the football, of course.
Ever felt as though trying to keep up with all this exhausting? Me neither. Let’s keep the good times rolling dear hearts.
The Playoff Chamber has spoken. The selections have been made. Oh dear, your team wasn’t chosen? Neither was mine. It’s simple, get better at football, win and be willing to play a solid out of conference schedule.
As for the playoff I like to think in terms of what I like, quality. I’m also guilty of enjoying a hot, fabulous mess. Who doesn’t? Realize, hot messes are reserved for the season. They’re fun and quickly forgotten. Remember Iowa last year? Their QB was Beathard (literally) You want that again?
Uh huh honey, sure you do…
When trophies are involved, keep it classy and save the best for last.
One word sums up the Jets season, disaster.
A real nightmare before Christmas. I saw Andrew Luck pop up when I was asleep last night. I couldn’t defend him. I felt hopeless. I can’t take this anymore.
So dear Jet’s owner Woody Johnson, and that wasn’t a double entendre I was intending, you’re really living up to your name in more ways than one, and that’s not a compliment.
Santa, all I want for Christmas is for a new Jets team. Yes, a whole new team. Pretty please?
Now on to Thursday. Show me a good time Chiefs and Raiders.