Belated Week Four Hippo Thoughts

Curse this fucking weather, with its various and plentiful barometric pressure migraines. Steve Smiff, I know how you feel when you wanna punch that baby.

Some kickers are very good. Others are very not. There seems to be little in the DMZ. Brandon McManus owner WOO!!!

Speaking of my Donks, they are perhaps the most precarious 4-0 team ever. Non-Atlanta division, because nobody believes any of their shit. PeyPey has deteriorated from concerning to downright terrifying. And the Black Hole beckons. I don’t like even thinking about it.

Doopy Pantz actually didn’t do anything all that bad last night! Which is another way of saying he faced off against (i) the Saints’ personnel; and (ii) Rob Ryan as coordinator.

Fare thee well, Joe Philbin. May used car sales be more your speed. Always. Be. Closing.

I honestly don’t know how The Factory will manage to top what they did in San Diego. Hallelujah, I just have 100% faith that somehow they will.

Is Cincinnati actually good? NOOOOOOO, I fell for that bullshit with the goddamned Cardinals last week.

It’s awfully nice when the Fucking Pats don’t play, isn’t it? Next week, they turn us all into Cowboys fans. I would just take a nap, but sigh…Oakland/Denver in the same window.

When you figure out the Giants and/or the Bills…punch yourself in the face for being a lying, narcissistic asshole.

It’s a crime against humanity that the Fat Humps will back into the playoffs this season. What a greasestain on the NFL couch they are. Just awful at teh footy. They belong in the NFC East with their soul brethren.

Speaking of which….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA, Chip Kelly.

That is all, I have to go get laundry out of the washer.