Monday, September 20, 2004

It's like passing an accident scene with the ambulance lights flashing

You just can't stop gawking at the obscene carnage.

Yes. I happen to be talking about my Vikings. I keep screaming but they aren't hearing me over there in Phlidelphia.

We're into the third quarter and really haven't started our offence. The D is covering loosly and aren't sticking tackles. They're letting McNabb have too much time.

We on the other hand are being covered well and Daunte hasn't had a chance to scan the field before their d-line is staring him in the face. We need something big to happen to fire us up.

Come on guys. Don't make me cry.

Bastard fumbled again. Ooo. I'm gonna teach that one a lesson.

Grrrrrrrr

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