So now that the pats have someone who might just turn Brady into a gun slinger, I think I can finally get on board for the most consistently winning, but conservative, borring, and perfect team of the modern era.
Previously unwatchable, because they pride themselves on taking whatever excitement football would normally offer, and turn it into a fresh-orange-juice-squeezing breakfast-toast-and-scrapple yawn-fest.
If there's one thing NFL fans don't want to see, it's calculated, flawless football. I wanna see pissed off divas barking at their QBs like Chessapeak-Bay-Bridge Retrievers. I wanna see Rex Grossman throw for 450 yards and 7 touchdowns one sunday, and 9 interceptions the next. To quote Bill Hicks, "I Want My Favorite Rock-Stars DEAD! Play from your F***ing Hearts!!!!"
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If you don't get excited about scrapple, let alone a great brekafast to begin with, you sir, have no idea about what life is.
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