For real man, just one hit. Help me find a vein.
JEEEEEEEEEEZUS Christ, it’s about time for the NFL to get going again. I’m fed up tired with watching everything that has nothing to do with football. I’ve seen all of the NFL Draft coverage, the NFL Free Agency coverage, the Bounty nonsense with the Saints and for some reason, I know that Brett Favre is working with a local high school football team.
I don’t give a shit. I really and truly, deep down in my soul, don’t give a shit. I want FOOTBALL. I want to hear about practices, game plans, and GAMES for the love of all that’s holy. I’m so tired of the talking heads blathering incessantly about grading a team’s offseason acquisitions. I’m sick to death of hearing about this player getting arrested, or anything to do with Rob Gronkowski hanging around with supermodels and not wearing a shirt. Him, Rob, not wearing a shirt. I’d be more interested if the girls were going topless. And even more interested if Gronk spent time away from the media. UGH, I’m Gronked out.
So now, finally and mercifully, the NFL pre-season is under way. We’ve got training camp going on, battles for roster spots, starting positions and actual, factual FOOTBALL related stuffs going on. It’s like an ice cold beer after long hot day of pleasuring swimsuit models in 100 degree temperatures. It’s that refreshing.
So stick with me, as this season truly gets going, I will be raging hard against every stupid thing my beloved Redskins do. At least it won’t be WWE related all the time.
