What was that thing that the picnic basket thieving bear once said? "It's like dejavú all over again"
I keep watching my favorite pig skin posse go out into that gladiator arena with some of the best talent in all the land and yet allow their opponent to rise up and strike them down smartly.
I keep seeing our men's momentum getting choked out by TE sweeps that are slower developing than a Raiders fan at puberty. I keep seeing our god of thunder and lightning getting smacked around while a Mr McMeowMeow the third forgets that his only job is to block but what he does is politely step aside for his friend mister pass rusher.
My question is, how many times can we stand there and get stabbed in the eye with a soldering iron before we finally say enough is enough, put on our blue and gold big boy panties and start playing like we belong at the cool kids table?
FTR, Bolt the fuck up and let's take this loss out on the guy who runs like he has cacca in his pants next weekend! K! Luv U! Bye!