“When Ronnie Brown scored (with six seconds left) and he was doing that little Dolphin dance, oh, that irked the (crap) out of me,” DE Shaun Ellis told The Daily News, adding, “Seeing how they celebrated, I was looking for stuff to come out of the sky. I thought I just played in the Super Bowl.” Said CB Darrelle Revis: “We saw that. We took heed of that … It was a game we let slip by. We feel we’re the better team – up and down, special teams, offense, defense, no matter what.”
Holy shit, really, Darrelle!? You took heed of an opponent celebrating a last-second game-winning touchdown? Holy shitburgers! You’re so astute and eagle-eyed!
Never the fuck mind Mark Sanchez running around like a complete fucking tool, pumping his fists and shouting like a banshee as if he had just been awarded 80,000 virgins for the afterlife after every… single… touchdown the Jets score. And Shaun Ellis, really? The Super Bowl? Yea, that would be stupid and arrogant. No way should any respectable team treat any regular season game like it’s the Super Bowl.
And then, of course, there’s Jabba the Rex himself.
Looking to do something between eating frosting from a can and taking monster 3 and half hour shits, Ryan dug up this Ronnie Brown quote and somehow mangled it into making it sound like Ronnie is talking trash:
“Coming into the game we’re watching how they blitz and we were like, ‘Okay, we’ll just sit back and play football then and let’s see who has the tougher 11 people on the field.’”
Ryan read this evil imperious quote by Ronnie Brown to his team in the locker room yesterday. Keep in mind that Ronnie said this before the first game two weeks ago. Yea, because nothing motivates me like reminding me how someone talked a little trash before kicking my ass and then went and kicked my ass.
It would be funny if it wasn’t so godamned insufferably retarded.
At this point, it’s become pretty much useless to get worked over this kind of thing. Because, as well all know, Rex Ryan is Buddy Ryan’s son, and there’s just a little bit too much chlorine in that gene pool. It’s like when your dog eats her own vomit. What can you do but teach it not to do that. Sometimes you have to be tough. But, at the end of the day, she knows she’s your bitch and that you own her. It just takes time and patience.
Yes, Sunday’s game will be intense. And the troglodytes will be in full force cheering and spelling their team name over and over again. It’ll be a hostile environment. And we should all really be shitting our pants at the big bad trash talking Jets. You know, just like we were on December 28 of last year. And just like we were two weeks ago on Monday Night Football.