Not that I have any meaningful stake beyond hearing this stuff on my periphery, they actually got pretty good over the last few years. 10-6, 12-4 before this season.
She laughed at the first two, didn't like the third (THAT was over the line) and then went on to say she didn't think that her husband would follow through with the bet. WTF?! This story was ridiculously hilarious
It's 5 o'clock on a Monday eve The Tampa crowd shuffles in There are weak men standing next to me They must not be Schiano Man kin
They say, "Greg can you show us a victory? We're not really sure how they go But we hear that they're fun And we'd like to get one Can you help us defeat our foes?"
"Sing us a song you're the Schiano Man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a victory But you've got us losing alright"
Now Mike in the booth is a friend of mine He'll send me my plays today And he's quick with a Screen, or a Quarterback Sneak But he thinks we'll lose anyway
He says, "Greg, I believe this is killing me" As the Glazers stay silent and crass "Well, I'm sure that we could be a winning team If someone would fire your ass"
Now Tynes is a Place Kicking novelist Whose injury gives me some strife I'm sure his direction, is towards disinfection I just wish that he'd shut up his wife
And the Fullback is practicing politics As the linebackers hope for a trade Yes they're sharing a drink they call winlessness But it's better than MRSA
"Sing us a song you're the Schiano Man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a victory But you've got us losing alright"
It's a pretty good crowd for a crappy team And we'll probably lose yet again But it doesn't matter if the team is in tatters It just means they're not Schiano Men
And the players sound like pansy girls And the sideline, it smells like fear And they sit on the bench and act like the French And say, "Greg, how are you still here?"
"Sing us a song you're the Schiano Man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a victory But you've got us losing alright"
It's 5 o'clock on a Monday eve The Tampa crowd shuffles in There are weak men standing next to me They must not be Schiano Man kin
They say, "Greg can you show us a victory? We're not really sure how they go But we hear that they're fun And we'd like to get one Can you help us defeat our foes?"
"Sing us a song you're the Schiano Man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a victory But you've got us losing alright"
Now Mike in the booth is a friend of mine He'll send me my plays today And he's quick with a Screen, or a Quarterback Sneak But he thinks we'll lose anyway
He says, "Greg, I believe this is killing me" As the Glazers stay silent and crass "Well, I'm sure that we could be a winning team If someone would fire your ass"
Now Tynes is a Place Kicking novelist Whose injury gives me some strife I'm sure his direction, is towards disinfection I just wish that he'd shut up his wife
And the Fullback is practicing politics As the linebackers hope for a trade Yes they're sharing a drink they call winlessness But it's better than MRSA
"Sing us a song you're the Schiano Man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a victory But you've got us losing alright"
It's a pretty good crowd for a crappy team And we'll probably lose yet again But it doesn't matter if the team is in tatters It just means they're not Schiano Men
And the players sound like pansy girls And the sideline, it smells like fear And they sit on the bench and act like the French And say, "Greg, how are you still here?"
"Sing us a song you're the Schiano Man Sing us a song tonight Well we're all in the mood for a victory But you've got us losing alright"
What the crap, Lions are on top of their division? Detroit, I don't even know you anymore.... I just... I think I need to leave Michigan. This isn't the state I was born in.
The thing I would love to see most outside of a W: Chiefs first possession, Alex Smith launches a ball 30+ yards down field to Bowe / Avery who run it in for a touchdown and the Broncos fans who were going crazy up until this point sit in stunned silence. Camera cuts to either Smith or Reid with a cute little smirk on their respective face.
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JBoogalooThis too shall pass...Alexandria, VAIcrontian
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Houston_Texans_seasons
You seriously can't make this stuff up.
You suck!
Also, don't forget those picks fellas! Skins on tonight against the Vikings. If we lose this I'll be a sad, sad fan.
The Tampa crowd shuffles in
There are weak men standing next to me
They must not be Schiano Man kin
They say, "Greg can you show us a victory?
We're not really sure how they go
But we hear that they're fun
And we'd like to get one
Can you help us defeat our foes?"
"Sing us a song you're the Schiano Man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a victory
But you've got us losing alright"
Now Mike in the booth is a friend of mine
He'll send me my plays today
And he's quick with a Screen, or a Quarterback Sneak
But he thinks we'll lose anyway
He says, "Greg, I believe this is killing me"
As the Glazers stay silent and crass
"Well, I'm sure that we could be a winning team
If someone would fire your ass"
Now Tynes is a Place Kicking novelist
Whose injury gives me some strife
I'm sure his direction, is towards disinfection
I just wish that he'd shut up his wife
And the Fullback is practicing politics
As the linebackers hope for a trade
Yes they're sharing a drink they call winlessness
But it's better than MRSA
"Sing us a song you're the Schiano Man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a victory
But you've got us losing alright"
It's a pretty good crowd for a crappy team
And we'll probably lose yet again
But it doesn't matter if the team is in tatters
It just means they're not Schiano Men
And the players sound like pansy girls
And the sideline, it smells like fear
And they sit on the bench and act like the French
And say, "Greg, how are you still here?"
"Sing us a song you're the Schiano Man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a victory
But you've got us losing alright"
Miami FTW.
Excuse me, ehem... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COME ON GUYS IT'S FUCKING SAINT LOUIS!!!!!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you... *runs off to strangle small animals*
Lions are 6-3!!! All alone in the NFC North!!
Pathetic!
http://nfl.cpl.delvenetworks.com/player/carousel/huffington.html?channelId=de89a8aeb3e422bac4eb48567f10ebd0&channelListId&mediaId=a98934a2706249f4918682ad0d5c57e8
Anyway who got MVP this game was it Sproles, Ingram?
very fumble.
so steelers win