Thursday Night Games are notoriously boring and frustrating. So we must all calm our minds before we weather the storm. A play in prevent defense is better than a series of hurry up offense.
Todays Teachings of the Tao Te Cutler
Chapter 56
Those who know do not turn into sportscasters
Those who become sportscasters do not knowMute the Sound
Shut the doors
Blunt the sharpness
Unravel the knots
Dim the glare of the television
Mix the nuts
This is called Mystic Oneness
Go now. Center oneself before the Titans of Tennessee begins an athletic competition with the Over-priced sports cars driven by villains of North Florida/London
i went with the
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Rot in hell Monkey. It is just morning
I just could’nt blow my noes. This fucker was on top
Ball is already in bed and hiding. I am up for hiding from stuff our family does as we hide
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If nothing is ventured, nothing is gained.
Therefore if one wants to succeed at football and life one must go for it.
Dinking and dumping, only results in a game being managed into nothingness.
To be something one must strike out with great desire into the unknown.
Aw fuck it. I’m going deep.
The proof of Grossman
It is the ultimate zen to treat every TNF game as Jags-Titans.
If there is TNF game between Hou and Ten, does it exist?
Or is it just some fever dream from deep in the depths of an ether binge?
Worst game ever to wake up to
Thursday Night Football is only four days after Sunday
But it also only ten days before the next game
Each day is a gift, be it four or be it ten.
And to the laser pointer we give praise.
And like most gifts TNF is left dead on your doorstep.
Sometimes you get ears
Sometimes just entrails
Sometimes whole corpse
Either way you better show proper gratitude
Fucking human
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Poem (As the Catler), by William Carlos Williams
As the Catler
climbed over
the top of
the huddle
first the right
forefoot
carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
backfield.
This is quite charming.
When there is nothing below the rim of your glass
Then you cannot see how tall the glass truly is
So I say, fill the glass with bourbon, or vodka, or absinthe
(Checks tonight’s matchup)
Fill the glass with hash oil, things might just work out