I'm gonna go kick the dog! (But I don't have one, so I won't, and I've never kicked a dog my whole life because I love man's best friend.)
That's right, I just spent 2 1/2 hours today getting my face drilled at the dentist's office. I HATE THE DENTIST! Mouth is sore, cannot drink anything because it runs down my lip, and when I try to talk I say, "Shaba sheba tah-doo remlack.," cause my tongue is numb.
I drove the 11 hours home week one to watch the Bills suck. Then I watched Trent stand there last week, scared to throw until ultimately getting hammered in the pocket on multiple plays.
Now I get to watch Fitzy this weekend. Chuck up a few long passes, some get completed, some get a pass interference call, and some get intercepted. And on the intermediate routes, I get to watch him run the spread offense (that is, spread the ball all around the receiver you are trying to target. At his feet, at his back shoulder, two feet over Roscoe's head, etc).
Not to be left out, I get to watch Bill Bellychunk make our "outside linebackers" (and I use the term loosely), look like the JV squad getting a beatdown from the Varsity.
But alas, I will watch it. Hoping Fitzy plays, "out of his mind" and the defense finally figures out how to stop Brady. You stop Brady like we used to against Marino. Sack him, hurry him, and hit him. He will get frustrated and "pissed", then the INTs come. I think we can stop Moss from going nuclear on us, but we need to stop their TE's and Welker from ripping our guts out underneath.
So here's my poll, trying to provide a little levity today for the troops.