Fuck Peyton Manning's neck. We fucking won.
Some might say the Suck For Luck dream is only mostly dead, but not yet completely gone, what with a shitload of games left to be played. But these people clearly haven't seen the Colts play. They're fucking dookie pants awful.
And this meaningless, hollow, void, futile, fruitless, pointless, gaping maw of nothingness victory will probably lead to another win next week against the shitty Redskins. Because why not win another one for the fist pumping assface who will be coaching up the University of South Carolina offensive line this time next year?
And now the speculation starts about where we go from here. Barkley? Landry? Balls in my soup? Who gives a fuck.
Anyway... not much else to say but feeling like this after a goddamn win is pretty fucked up. Fuck this team and it's absolute refusal to stop being a mediocre piece of shit.
Fuck it. I say we give whatever the Colts ask for to trade up.
Fuck your draft values bullshit. Why give up a bunch of picks for essentially an unproven player? Because he's got more promise than the shitload of unproven players we'd be trading him for. And let's be honest. It doesn't matter who we get to run things down here next year. A multitude of draft picks will turn into a bunch of Jared Odricks anyway.
Also, fuck you if you're a happy Dolphins fan today. Fuck you right in the pantaloons.
My Miami New Times rundown for your perusal. Also, stay tuned for the latest #WAARF video later today. It's a doozy.
