Sunday, January 14, 2007

I wish I had Marty Schottenheimer on my death list...

... because he's going to kill himself. If he's not found in his study with a big hole in his cerebellum tomorrow, I'll be shocked.

Seriously, the guy intercepted in on FOURTH down... so if he had just dropped it, it would have been better. What are the fucking odds? From that point on, it was eerie how everything went exactly how New England wanted it. Poor Marty knows now: God hates him for some reason.

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