Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Colts vs. Jaguars

Indianapolis marches into Jacksonville this- ah who cares, you know the Colts are gonna win. Peyton Manning is a friggin' touchdown tossing android from planet snooze. I wanna know the man behind the arm, and I want that man to be kinda stupid and crazy and make bad personal decisions with prescription painkillers and ladies of the night, who happen to be men. If you are gonna be an elite athlete worth followin you gotta retire every other week, or threaten suicide or marry someone that arouses me sexually. It aint about the stats. It's about havin someone I can root for or better yet someone I can belittle in my blog so I can feel like a big big man. I mean like Drew Brees, I mean sure your 13 and 0 big deal; you ain't accomplished nothing until you have been arrested outside a Manhatten night club for physically assaulting a police horse and tryin to eat it raw. If you want my respect I want compromising photos to surface of you in the bahamas with a shirtless Tony Kornheiser. I WANT SIZZLE! I WANT HEAT!  My point is: yea, whoopie. The Colts and Saints are Carl's stone cold lock of the century. uddaweek