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Aft' Scott's disgrace John's where our fortune lies,
I weep for our QB's and their want state,
And trouble Dorsey's haven with my cries,
And look upon our course and curse our franchise fate,
Myself so angry- and yet so full of hope,
Alex so like him, like those we have deposed,
Desiring Montana's art, and that man's scope,
Of all our trades I fear this is the least.
And in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Dreams of Geno, Milliner, and others to replace,
SNaRc's dread mood and sour wit while we are drafting
Or fallen value, evaluations, and opportunities too late;
Our sweet Lamar remembered wins and rings
While Clark I fear, fears change, and being king.
Bastardized from William Shakespeare...
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"He had no teeth, and he was slobbering all over himself. I'm thinking, 'You can have your money back, just get me out of here. Let me go be an accountant." I can't tell you how badly I wanted out of there."
Denver rookie QB John Elway, on Jack Lambert, after Lambert and the Steelers knocked Elway out of his first game as a pro (1983).
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Originally Posted by rico
I wish I always ended up at gay bars.
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