Hello all you three people who read this Blog...Are you upset because Peyton Manning runs your life? Down in the dumps because the P-Man invades your living room without cause or warning during every seven minutes?
Well...how about dem Ravens Bo? Who could have thought that a 13-3 season would be followed by this disdainful poor excuse for a bad team? Such bliss from a year ago has been met with utter blithe. I have gotten to the point where I no longer care if the Ravens win or lose…Who am I kidding? Oh raucous Ravens, please return to mediocre form. I knew I should have liquidated my Stock Portfolio and invested it in the T-Shirts I saw at Artscape, “He may not be a pro bowler, but I’m Pro Boller.” Those babies are going to sell like hot cakes on Fat Tuesday. All of Bawl More is going to be wishing they had KB back, or even, dare I say it Trent Dilfer?
Let’s face it, Air McNair has been pumped so many times by the NFL that he is nothing but a once beloved cultural Icon.
I must admit, at first glance I too was enthralled by his airness. But know, every time our offense gets the ball I clench my teeth as if I am being forced to kiss a golden retriever (Sorry Molly). It’s not even that SM is old; he makes mental mistakes as if he were a rookie. When he lost his first fumble Monday night, it looked like he forgot he was being flushed from the pocket under pressure.
In all seriousness though, the Ravens poor season has caused a pit in my soul that can only be filled by…a cheeseburger. Not any cheeseburger though. I am so sick of those burgers with hot lettuce and tomato on top. If only there were a way to keep my meat and cheese hot and my vegetable/fruit (tomato is a fruit bro) combo cold. But how? A-ha! Perhaps if the burger delivery method had two separate compartments to keep the Meat hot and the Toppings cool, then I could winter the blustery storm of cold this football season has wrought in Baltimore.
No comments:
Post a Comment