Other than the fact that he's a disgusting Faider fan who, no doubt, has Jim Plunkett's profile tattooed on his buttocks, I've never had a single problem with Mr. Over-Head. He's always been a stand-up guy. In fact, I think there is iron in his words of death.
We suck. Hard. It's just as well that there are people willing to rub our noses in it because I never want to forget just how bad this is. Those who forget the past are likely to repeat it.
So I say, let 'er rip. The tide will turn and we'll eventually get a head coach who actually knows the difference between his ass and a blocking sled. And when that time comes, every insult ... every indignity ... every affront will be reciprocated and each and every Faider fan who is reveling in our misery today will pay for their contemptuous behavior as we send their pitiless asses back to the AFCW cellar where they belong.
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