Seeing how the entire Bengals secondary has died this week, this shit gets as simple as fuck: Throw the fucking ball to Brandon fucking Marshall. Run it too? Sure why not. But when we run it, RUN it… no end-arounds, no cutesy bullshit. Football 101, dickbags.
Fuck or walk.
Let’s Go Fins.
Also, Happy Halloween! Because what eases strain and acrimony better than a girl with awesome tits in a tight cut-off superhero costume? Nothing, I say. NOTHING. Halloween is better than Christmas that way.