So apparently Rex Ryan went on a radio show and talked some shit about Bill Belichick and the Patriots yesterday. I never came here to kiss Bill Belichick's, you know, rings," Ryan said. "I came to win. Let's just put it that way. So we'll see what happens. I'm certainly not intimidated by New England or anybody else. . . ."
I couldn't give two shitsicles about The Dark Lord of the Douche or the rings he attained with the help of video cameras and other means of cheating. Fuck him with a cleat hitch. What bothers me is Ryan and his pudgy cup cake frosting inhaling face putting himself up there with the Patriots, as if the Jets were one of the top teams in the division.
Hey fuck-o, how bout winning the division first? Or how bout just getting into the playoffs altogether? So far this lard ass has done nothing but talk smack since he's arrived, all because he thinks he's some kind of defensive mastermind. Give any jackass Rey Lewis, Ed Reed and Hatoli Nata on their defense, and he's pretty much going to look like a damn Chuck Noll clone. So unless he smuggled those guys from Baltimore in one of his fat folds, he and his shit team are pretty much fucked. And with his constant tough-guy chatter, he's just asking for a reaming.
But no matter. While the Jets keep talking trash, and the Patriots keep getting fellatio from the media, and the Bills keep trying to find a home for T.O., the Dolphins are quietly handling their shit. Just like last season. You know, when they ended the season as AFC East Division Champions and all.
