Nearly 24 hours after the debacle that was last night's dress rehearsal, we're all doing the traditional rationalizing and acceptance that comes with the bereavement process. That was some shameful shit. But, the good news is that a) it was preseason and b) we still have a bit of time to work this shit out. I'm being a bit more accepting of the '3 games in 11 days' exhaustion theory. It can't be too easy playing in that swampy Florida heat 2 times a day and not feel some lingering effects. Fine, fine. The only slight issue being that the Bucs also play in swampy Florida and had only 2 more days of rest than we did. But, I digress.
I couldn't really decide on one girl today for the Weekender so I got a shitload of Victoria's Secret models, naked, pressed up against one another in the hopes that it might bring a smile to your face or your cock. I'm not gonna lie to you: I'd probably give up one of my thumbs to be involved in that rugby scrum. As a bonus, Mad Men's Christina Hendricks with the dude that plays 'Pete Campbell' on the show. Ignore him. Focus on the tits.
A word of advice: Don't be like Chad Henne when you're hitting the bars this weekend, boys. Don't stare down your 'receiver'. Go through all your progressions at the bar and hit the best 'target'. Right in the goddamn pusser.
Have an awesome weekend, Nation.
