Saturday, January 21, 2012
No, I'm not reminiscing about what happened next after last week's reminiscing, so after you read the following, buzz off. Show some respect to Judge Reinhold.
The Fucking Ravens @ The Fucking Patriots: Here, the lesser of two rooting evils is New England as Pol Pot, which in raw corpses is an improvement over SuperHitler [ed. note: so named as to distinguish the original from the subsequent cavalcade of merry boogeymen] or Uncle Joe, & thus, more root-able. I now would've referenced Roots Bloody Roots, but Sepultura post-Chaos AD is a bucket of vomit.
Not a bucket of vomit.
Anyway, the Ravens can't chuck it deep as well as they'd like, the Patriots are hearty & hale spraying hails of bullets hither & yon, oh hell one more metaphor, this sport being a crypto-fascist metaphor for nuclear war, plus a dollop of alchemick hatr'd, et voilà, The Fucking Patriots 31-24.
The Fucking Giants @ San Francisco: Like anyone outside of Rice-A-Roni would have predicted a quintuple increase in the Saints' turnovers/game, & they still almost won, & I nailed the exact final score of the Planet Hooston game, so I'm not 4-4 in a spiritual sense, outside forces man, they're everywhere. Trust no one. Which thrower do you? You know who, but I trust the complete-r team more-r because they're better, which in the new NFL, apparently means jack, but, on another last minute toss from Smith to Davis, Joe Cool +30, 49ers 28-27.