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Well, I was hoping for the Donkey's plane to spiral down into the Patsies headquarters, wiping out both teams, but that obviously didn't happen.
So, believe it or not, I find myself rooting for the..the...the...God, I can't even say it! That team that is west of us.
The owner of the store beside mine is the most obnoxious Patriot fan known to man. The day after the Chiefs-Colts game we both arrived at the same time to open up, and he immediately came over to me, pointing his his finger in my face, laughing uncontrollably, and barking about what a loser the Chiefs and me were...Keep in mind this is less than 24 hours after that soul-crushing loss, and I was still spitting up pieces of my heart. Only the desire to not go to prison kept me from strangling that dick to death.
I would find it impossible to root for the Patsies today, so I must do the impossible, the incredibly distasteful, the ultimate sin - root for the..the...the...things.
Thinking of what that fat, bald mother****ers face will look like would sustain me for years...
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