Overrrrated!!!

It only took me 2 seconds to remember exactly how much I HATED 'Bammer this weekend. That's about long it took a whale of a man to sit down behind LP, lop his belly onto her head and start dropping "F" bombs. Even passive ole Gary Z had to turn around and give him a "please, dude" as I showed him my 2-year-old daughter. I guess he forgot he was not in the trailer park and you just can't scream "mother fugger" nonstop at your dirty, web-footed children. This dude was sooooooo fat that Anna saw him, looked at LP and said "Mommy, he big." Yeah, you're the bomb Anna.

They were also retarded methinks. When 'Bammer got the ball on their own 24 yard line this dude said (he made 3 calculations) "aright Bammer, we can take it 86 yards... (pause).... 83 yards.... (pause) ... 77 yards." Oh, shut up. Please stop it, you're hurting me you inbred sister lover.

So the only things I learned about the trailer trash ('Bammer fans) and the Chosen One (Brodie Croyle) are that (1) those cats have almost as much class as a teacher's strike and (b) Brodie is only good for taking a beating like a rubber mattress in a cheap hotel-- or Jeffrey Dahmer in a prison bathroom.

And Bammer folks, please stop sending emails to the paper within 3 minutes of your defeat screaming about "next year." That's the chant of a loser and you've been saying it now for 4 years. You'll win one day, just not for another 364 at best.