And the media did cry with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Herm, dost thou not avenge our losses and mighty concussions and embarrassments in post season?

And in the right hand of him that sat before the microphone was a book written within and without and sealed with seven seals. And behold, then did Herm sayeth in a voice like unto famine, This is thy playbook which I shalt destroy that no man may say that our offense shalt be a circus nor shalt one say evermore that our alignments be complex, for deserveth thee not! And the media wept much, because no man was found worthy to open and to read the book, neither to look thereon. And so did the fans cast dust on their heads, and rend their garments of red and gold, and cried, weeping and wailing, saying, Alas, alas, the great offense, wherein were all made rich who had wagereth on the over under by reason of her touchdowns, for in this hour is she made desolate!

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Thou shall play to win the game.

Thou shall at the end of the day.

Thou shall that's the great thing about it.

Thou shall go down and kick FG's.

Thou shall run, run, pass, punt.

Thou Shalt let herm play to win thy game so he may blessed thy with that win.

Thou shalt not worship Trent Green for he is a false idol.

FAX's post was awesome and anything I could add is futile.

Are you sure you're talking about a football philosophy?

It's either that, or it's the reason Herm does not watch football on TV.

I can't really remember...

And there appeared before the media a great wonder in heaven; an angel in soiled cloth, and feet of grass, and upon his head a crown of twelve dents: and this was the angel of the run.

And there appeared another wonder in heaven; and behold a great red dragon, having five heads and five horns, and seven great gouges upon his five heads: and this was the angel of the draw.

And behold, did Herm sayeth with a loud voice as it were the sound of hail and fire mingled with blood, These shalt be thy offense for I have created such for thee: for thee hast I created them, and for thy pleasure they are and were created! And woe to the inhabiters of Arrowhead and the unbelieving and the whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters who shalt call for the pass or the play action, for by reason of these voices shalt great torment befall any who so calleth!

And lo, did then the angel and the dragon cast themselves like unto death into a wall of stone and fall mightly into a forsaken pile of smoke and spittle. And then did the fans beat their chests and cry to the heavens themselves, Oh fall upon us and cast us into the sea that we may not lay sight to the end of scoring and may not hear the sound of 3rd and long!

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I wouldst tolerate my man, Dickecurl, who calls himself a a keeper of the vagaries of temporal progress. Lo, though he teaches and seduces me to commit metaphysical boneheadery, and to eat timeouts sacrificed to the abyss
I gave him time to repent, and he assures me of great and mystical improvement since the time of York.
Behold, though you wish to throw him into a pit, and those who commit such disgerence with him into great oppression, I've been assured that he repents of his works.

Thou shalt "see ball", thou shalt "go get ball."

Every Sunday is the
Sermon on the Pound

And the fans did cry out to Herm, O Herm, forsaketh thee thou Dickecurl! For hast he not proven himself defiled and an abomination before thy people, and before the league, and before the third graders?

And behold, Herm replied in a voice like unto the rushing waters in a river of disease, Sayest thou not! For who knows whereof the time is at hand? Are there not four quarters? And are not the length and the breadth and the height of it equal before me? Let no man say that Dickecurl is unjust. For he that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is reeruned, let him be reeruned still.

And lo, did Herm then smite the media: and he smote them with a rod of iron and cast them into the winepress of fierceness and so did he dip them also thereunto the lake of blood whereon the media did write the praises of Dickecurl that the people might worship him also.

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Hey!! How'd you know the nickname for mah wang?

It's the Herm Edwards Bible, Mr. Baby Lee.

All things are revealed in the HEB.

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