I don't even know what I saw on Sunday.
I watched Brett Favre discombobulate slowly over a roasted fire.
Spun round a la rotisserie, the pregnant pause in a short hysterical rant.
Gulped and goobered by his old teammates.
Put Brett on the grill, baste often and don't spare the heat.
Baste that blubbered old soul till he's shoe leather.
The Vikings are imploding.
Teammates dropping the f-bomb on one another like it was slaughterhouse 5 in Dresden.
Brad the Sad Childress can't get along with his diva.
And why that poor grizzled mook is still there only god knows.
Brett and his sexting only serves to place a nice plop on a season whirling down a big drain.
I give up.
Brett was doing some math in his presser after the game.
here's the math Brett.
The whole has to be greater than the sum of its parts.....
and it's not.
well they fired childress and i have to edit my blog for spelling .. my iPhone is okay for blogging but my fingers are still learning the ropes
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