Here’s something I don’t usually admit to when staring in the face of any IRS Agent, German bikini waxer, chef at a questionable Chinese eatery, bald hair stylist, or Saints opponent: I’m scared shitless. Sure I think it. Sure I obsessively change my clothes mid-game hoping a different outfit will inspire a different outcome. Sure I kick my dog out of the house if I think she’s to blame for back-to-back 3 and outs. But no matter how ansy I might be at or before game time, I never say it aloud..until now.
Something about those Denver Broncos just doesn’t sit well with me. While I haven’t exactly made peace with putting this game in the “L” column like The Wang, I’d be faking it worse than suddenly “Lesbo Lohan” if I said I thought we had this game in the bag. From the cruel home field advantage of oxygen deprivation to Brandon Marshall and Eddie Royal’s combined ability to feast on our secondary, I’d say the odds are stacked against us. Still, leave it to the Chicks to find light amidst a vacuum of darkness. Read more...
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Time To Tap the Rockies
Here’s something I don’t usually admit to when staring in the face of any IRS Agent, German bikini waxer, chef at a questionable Chinese eatery, bald hair stylist, or Saints opponent: I’m scared shitless. Sure I think it. Sure I obsessively change my clothes mid-game hoping a different outfit will inspire a different outcome. Sure I kick my dog out of the house if I think she’s to blame for back-to-back 3 and outs. But no matter how ansy I might be at or before game time, I never say it aloud..until now.
Something about those Denver Broncos just doesn’t sit well with me. While I haven’t exactly made peace with putting this game in the “L” column like The Wang, I’d be faking it worse than suddenly “Lesbo Lohan” if I said I thought we had this game in the bag. From the cruel home field advantage of oxygen deprivation to Brandon Marshall and Eddie Royal’s combined ability to feast on our secondary, I’d say the odds are stacked against us. Still, leave it to the Chicks to find light amidst a vacuum of darkness. Read more...