-Trent Green's been playing a lot of grab-ass in the huddle with his receivers, telling guys to keep their chins up and giving a lot of hang-in-there-buddy pep talks. This is what Green has to resort to in order to get David Martin and Chris Chambers to catch a football. It's like a New Age deal. Gone are the days when Marino would spit fire and grab receiver's face masks and threaten to throw them into a nest of killer hornets for dropping a pass of his. But if it works, it works. I guess we'll see come Sunday. Besides, what choice does Green have? It's David Martin or bust. And that's cool. I'm all about the suspense over whether or not a receiver will catch a pass that hits him square on the chest. Makes the game more interesting. Rooting for teams with receivers who can actually catch is for pussies, anyway. Right?
-Backup running back Jesse Chatman missed practice again yesterday, and will likely not play in Sunday's game. Chatman has a bruised knee but it's bad enough where the coaching staff would like him to rest it for at least a week. This means we should see a whole lotta Ronnie Brown on Sunday. And I like it. Give him the rock and take two steps back. I think the Fins should really concentrate on the running game this week. I'm talking pounding it and pounding it until we get something going. I want us to purchase a ticket on the Ronnie Brown freight train. Next stop, Win City. Give Ronnie 48 carries if we have to. Make that an even 50. We have to establish the run this week and Ronnie has the tools to make it happen. If he'd only stop fucking dancing and just fucking RUN!!! Run, Ronnie, run! Freight trains don't dance! They plow over pickup trucks and livestock and anything else dumb enough to stop on the tracks. So RUN!!!!!
-This also means that Patrick Cobbs, the Man Who Almost Fumbled Away a Roster Spot, will play as Ronnie's backup this week. Incidentally, I Googled 'Patrick Cobbs' on Google Images and got the picture you see with this post. A pantyless waitress. Google 'Ronnie Brown' and you get pictures of Ronnie Brown. Google 'Patrick Cobbs' and you get pictures of a waitress showing off her kitty. I love the Interwebs. "Yes I'd like the BTL on whole wheat, a side of coleslaw, a Coke with no ice and the sit-on-my-face special."
-Finally ... that's it? A $250,00 fine for the Pats, a $500,000 fine for Belichick and a first round draft pick taken away? That's it? THAT'S IT, GOODELL YOU ASSBAG? The Pats make $250,000 in the first three minutes alone in parking fees at Gillette. Belichick spends $500,000 in one weekend on dresses he buys at Ross for the married women he screws around with. And a draft pick? First of all, the Patriots have two first rounders next year, so they lose one. Ooohh. That'll show em. Does Roger Goodell not know what the Patriots do with draft picks? Scott Pioli can eat two Big Mac value meals from McDonald's, take a massive three hour shit, look into the toilet bowl and find at least two future Hall of Famers in his stool. You think taking away a draft pick is going to do anything? Roger Goodell, Mr. Tough Guy... Mr. New Sheriff in Town, Mr. No-Nonsense, Mr. I'll Suspend A Player For Using HGH Because I'm Such A Badass... really fucked us all on this one. And I'm not the only one that thinks so. A player uses HGH and he gets suspended. A coach cheats, defies the commissioner's direct orders, cheats again and gets to what amounts to a slap on the wrist. And the kind of slap my elderly Nana would give me, where it would almost tickle. Not the kind of slap my Dad would give me, where my wrist shattered in three places and would swell up like a Nerf football was growing out of my arm. Pathetic. Roger Goodell and his double standards make me absolutely sick.
The bad guys win again.