Do you hear that faint sound in the distance?
Is that a mix of bees buzzing away from South Florida westward as Pearl Jam's 1996 song 'Off He Goes' plays in the background???
Can we put on hold those beekeeper outfits we ordered online? Is it too late to cancel the order?
Yes, good friends, dear readers, loving online family - THE DAY has arrived.
In the same week that we secure a truly badass WR with talent, moxie and personality, we eviscerate ourselves of that foul Ted Ginn-sized tumor we've struggled to smile through for the past 3 fucking years. No longer does the specter of doom and what-the-fuckness that happened on that Spring April 2007 day hang above us. Trent Green is once again free to visit the South Florida area without worrying about a 300lb monster of a man suddenly and forcefully laying his knee into his temple out of nowhere. Broken reverses, that would have resulted in 20 yard gains and game-winning TD drives in playoff game scenarios but only yielded broken promises and compounding disappointments, are set afloat on barges and set on fire as they drift away regrettably. Busted plays, dropped passes, handing-off-balls-to-Darren-Sharper-for-pick-6s, etc....all of that is now cathartically cleansed within us.
For within the smoldering pyre that is the death of Ted Ginn, Jr. and the ineptitude of the WannSabanCam era - there is now the hope and peace, the fury and the eye-narrowing blaze that is the rising, powerful Phoenix of Brandon Marshall and the 2010 Miami Dolphins.
Go get fucked, Teddy. Maybe the more faggy West Coast attitude will suit you just fucking fine. I hear the bees out in San Fran are fucking lovely this time of year.
