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Guys, I've been thinking about this.
With each passing week, these games become increasingly important.
It isn't every day that you get your ass pounded at home in a fashion so degrading, pitiable, ruthless, and utterly humiliating that it leaves all who are unfortunate enough to be present for the pathetic slaughter disgraced to the point of total, piss-drenched, futile mortification. So, we can't afford to let these opportunities slip by.
The best of all worlds would be to lose something like 52 to 10 with no injuries. And, of course, it would be particularly great if Roleo were to commit a game-day error in judgment that was sufficiently obtuse and boneheadedly stupid that his own assistant coaches vomit in abject horror on the sideline. I would prefer a game with no turnovers since they become the obvious and ostensible "problem" that can assumably be corrected through practice. If we don't turn the ball over, though, it leaves the world with no doubt that we are an inept, feckless, half-witted cadre of bumblebutts with no answers to the questions we don't even know how to ask.
Yes, my friends, this is a critical moment in Chiefs history that may well determine the future of the franchise for years to come. For that reason, and with the full weight of destiny bearing down upon our testicles, it is absolutely crucial that we put together the most incompetent, bumbling, incomprehensibly pathetic 60 minutes of football ever witnessed.
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