Friday, February 3, 2012

Not another one of these fucking things


















The Fucking Giants vs. The Fucking Patriots: For reasons various and not-always-sporting, my veins are cataracts of hate as concerns this matchup, & since I'm all about love, I am ashamed. Thus my embrace of positivity as the order of the day, feel the cosmic groove, mes amis, as both quarterbacks are lovely throwers, the Bryan Ferrys of the pigskin-chucking world, both sets of receivers are lovely blokes, & talented, too, & the defensive lines have improved in such a lovely manner that WNCX management is willing to forgive Jerry Shirley, a lovely man, for this theft years ago, a purloining done from a place of love, I love you all, way more than Ozzy ever will.

Because their town has the bigger inferiority complex, brilliantly hidden behind a toxic ziggurat of inexorable provincialism & self-fulfilling Type A brashness which only love can help cure, & because in the new NFL, inconsistently scattershot squads outscored over a full sixteen are the new black, The Fucking Giants 27-24.

13 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

1) I hate them both. Can't they both lose?

2) When the ladies said g-string, Homer heard "3-string".
~

Laura said...

*Gasp*
Imagine my surprise, upon returning home, after making one hundred and twenty hot dog's at my children's school (I'm the hot dog lady!).. and seeing the "F-word" on the side bar of ma blog!
I'm feeling very school marm(ish) so.. tisk tisk young man!

((Hugs))
Laura

Jim H. said...

"outscored over a full sixteen" For Reals? Dayyum.

Can't wait for all six hours of pre-game prenalysis hype and the commercials and, hey! MADONNA!!!!!!!

Key questions: What time is kickoff? What's good on the other channels? I find that b/c of all the commercials and breaks and times out and replays and challenges and festivities involved in squeezing an hour's worth of playing time (roughly twenty minutes of actual play) into four, I can follow at least one movie and a couple of The Office reruns, or Family Guy or something, and not miss a thang.

Pats by 15.

Randal Graves said...

if, 1)write your Goodell. 2)oh, Bach, you rascal.

laura, right, like kids don't say 'fuck.'

jim, oh yeah. Granted, based purely on talent, there's no way they're a 9-7 team, but facts is facts.

Re: viewing dilemmas, I find it best to put in a classic comedy DVD because the last time teevee showed anything good opposite was the In Living Color halftime show in 1992. Trust me, I checked.

As much as I hate Bah-ston sportsters, lesser of two evils, so hope your prediction is correct.

zencomix said...

Bawston.

Life As I Know It Now said...

Imagine all this nonsense in my town! I agree. Let the giants become gigantic, in the sport's world at least.

Tom Harper said...

I don't care about the fucking Giants or the fucking Patriots, but I'm looking forward to the Superbowl TV ads.

susan said...

Wow man, this is a stone groove. Know what I mean, dude? There are sooo many love vibes here tonight but where's the munchies?

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

Homer's day-mare about being Ravi Shankar?

Abonilox said...

Yeah, I ought to be rooting for the Patriots, but I fucking hate Bellicek (however you spell that troll's name). And Brady is kind of a prick too, so I'm going to root for the little Eli/Giants. But I might not even watch the damn game. I'm a Cardinals fan, sad to say.

Randal Graves said...

zencomix, do it for Joe Perry!

life, you hippie, *everything* is nonsense.

tom, I hate those even more. At least with the sports part of The Spectacle there's at least some semi-pseudo-unscripted drama.

Whoa, Atlantic coast, I like, took them on a trip to my inner earth, squares call it the stomach.

karl of the österreich, whatever gets the chicks, man, ya dig?

abonilox, this is one of those bowls that's a pretzeldential election, with helmets. Either choice is the wrong one.

Man, the Cardinals should have won that bowl, but no, couldn't tackle that fuck Harrison.

anita said...

Hi Randal! Long time no see. Glad to see you are still posting like the maniac that you are!! That Facebook thing f*cked with my head.

AHL BE BAAHCK.

Randal Graves said...

GASP! Thou remainst on the interwebs! Well shut my fingers and call me Herman Munster.