Car @ Atl: With RB Stewart out Artis-Payne gets another go as starter against a Falcons team that rumour has it, is quite pumped up for this game. Unfortunately they chose helium-silly Falcons. Last week WR Jones set a new team reception record and Harrison’s 143 season record lies ahead. All he has to do is grab 26 balls in the next 2 games. I think he’s got a conveniently-dead witness’ chance of getting it. Much to everyone’s surprise WR Ginn Jr. has turned into a viable catcher of oblong objects. He’s been quite effective way down the field. After not scoring/not being remotely effective for 5 games he’s had 5 TD’s in his last 3.
NE @ NYJ: The Jets have won their last 4 and meet up with the P*ts at home. Good old Steven “Recycled Tire” Jackson was signed this week-watch him go for 80 yds and a score. The Jets need this one and the next one to have any chance at all to get to the next round. They’re currently in a (not that kind) 3-way with the red-hot Steelers and the red-hot Chiefs. The Jets lose all the tie-breakers if everyone wins out. The Steelers/Chief get to play the Ravens, Browns and Raiders-Jets be screwed? RB Ivory has done his team no favours down the stretch-he’s got 1 TD in his last six games and sports a sub-3 yds. per carry average in his last 4. RB Powell has picked up some of the slack but this one is on QB Fitz’ shoulders methinks.
Pit @ Bal: The Steelers keep steamrolling everyone in their way. The Ravens will be doing their best to facilitate Pitt’s recent proclivities by throwing the two-week signee, plane-missing and meeting-avoiding Ryan Mallett into the fire. He’s either auditioning for next year’s back-up job or Ravens management is looking to have some say in where they will land in next year’s draft. [insert whycan’titbeboth jpeg here] Gary Kubiak’s choice for league MVP, WR Brown, destroyed Broncs CB Harris Jr. last week. One wonders what he’ll do the statistically-verified lousy Jimmy Smith-maybe, say 5 TD’s, 345 yds. and a literal spanking at mid-field? It could happen…
Cle @ KC: If you’re in for a good time on Christmas morning and it consists of speeding, a DUI, carrying Adderall and an unlicensed handgun, look no further than soon-to-be-waived Browns players Armonty Brown and De’Ante Saunders. The spirit of Manziel compels you! The only light that shines for the Browns right now is TE Barnidge, a guy that put it all together in his 8th year in the league. Nine of his 12 career TD’s have been scored in the last three months. KC has won 8 straight and no doubt I’ll be typing 9 straight next week. If you want my vision of the Browns immediate future, imagine a cleat stamping on the face of Johnny Football-all afternoon. (apologies to George Orwell)
Hou @ Ten: The Texans will be on their 4th starting QB when Weeden stumbles on to the field today. The Titans response was, “Weeden, eh? I’ll raise you…ZACH METTENBERGER!” [both teams fold] At least Houston will be able to make a delicious tourtiere with all the ground up pieces of Zach after Clowney and Watt impose their talent on the Titans pathetic OL. The biggest question after the game will be “Joey Bosa or Laremy Tunsil?”.
Here’s my “Playing Out The String Quartet Of Games”-
!nd @ Mia, SF @ Det, Dal @ Buf and Chi @ TB. There may be some pedants out there that would say, “Hey! Indy hasn’t been officially eliminated yet! I would counter with “Trust me, a team that lost to a Hoyer-less Texans squad and gave 51 points to Jax is done”. All these games are only good for fantasy purposes, die-hard fans and folks struggling with a crippling gambling habit.
Son of a bitch…
Serious Steelers…you are going to fuck our draft position like this? Y’all need this fucking win…
Truantdown!
Powell is really having a hell of a back half of the season.
THIS ATLANTA DEFENSE I CALL IT DDT BECAUSE IT’S KILLING THE FALCONS!!!
(I apologize if we’ve used this before; it seems so obvious)
It’s kills Eagles man! If you’re gonna steal jokes, at least get your facts straight!
I brought my pet falcon to a Pomeranian owners convention once. That was a bad idea.
The Panthers really are our only hope against evil.
You sound like a blaxploitation movie.
Fiendish Dr. Wu you done fucked up now.
So based on the score Indianapolis and Miami have given up on this whole “football” thing and are playing a friendly game of softball?
Would not be a Ravens game without a completely bullshit call.
Steelers defender blatantly takes out RB going out for a screen so naturally its intentional grounding.
Wait…goddamn it…I’m not suppose to care about this shit…
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LOOK UP IN THE SKY! IT’S A BIRD! IT’S A PLANE! IT’S NEWTONDOWN!
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It’s a shame Mallett isn’t very good. He could have some excellent nicknames.
Woohoo, safety in Miami!
Jets defense doesn’t seem to mind giving up 80 fucking yards
Had this one in the barrel, turned out unnecessary
If Mallet wins this game…he should be barred from the league.
I wonder if Tyrod Taylor is any relation to Drillbit?
MACLINDOWN!!!!!
The Falcons defense
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CAMDOWN!!!!
Just strolled right in.
One of the best drunk texts I’ve ever received, one of my friends invited himself over to watch football, but stated that he “refused to watch football in pants, like some sort of savage.” I didn’t even realize it was a drunk text until the next day when I received another text saying “I seem to have drunkenly invited myself over to watch football pantsless. Sorry.”
There’s another way to watch football?
Apparently. Like I said, I had no idea it was a drunk text. Seemed totally normal to me.
I’m still half-lit from, well, this morning, and I almost walked outside pantsless this morning. This site is bad for people with poor impulse control.
You should be able to go outside without pants if you want. FIGHT THE PANTS POWER!
No. No I shouldn’t. I don’t live in the woods any more
I refuse to drunk text…unless I’m driving.
You know it’s a bad season when you watch your team play and don’t recognize any of the starters.
Today’s Ginn Jr. Drop Count: 1
Damn it Ravens defense and Steelers offense…
I think I’ve finished all my “going outside” type errands for the day. There is no longer any reason to pants.
I did all of my errands this morning in gym shorts and flip flops in Wisconsin on December 27th. Gym shorts only worn because apparently boxers aren’t appropriate attire for stores
El Nino is my favorite weather phenomenon
Fitz is feeling some pressure. Not from the D, mind, but pressure all the same.
He’s worried that Detective Donald Kimball is onto him.
Why are the Steelers playing a High School Freshman at Runningback?
P*ts defensive coordinator looks like the guy who show up to the bar dressed like Krampus.
LeBron James?
Family. Can’t live with them, can’t kill them.
“Wish someone had told me that.”
– Lizzie Borden
My wife and I stayed at the Lizzie Borden house. I’ve had sex on a crime scene!
I had to solve an equation just to log in. They told me there wouldn’t be any math.
They also said there would be punch and pie.
I have an unhealthy love for the Bears, been waiting for football for hours now… I don’t know if I am gonna make it to kickoff, so many terrible commercials and awful pregame shows. I have Netflix or other shows I can steal a tab away.
Made it to kickoff*
Addiction.
The word you’re looking for is addiction.
/feels itch and sweaty
/turns on Bears game
/feels better
Someone please give me a fucking clue as to why not only have the Ravens signed…but have chosen to start Ryan Mallet?
Draft Position
Beat me to it.
I’ll never tire of Ray Rice jokes.
I thought Jimmy Clausen had that lined up pretty well…
The Bears game is on local broadcast, and I was just gonna watch that cause HTTR happened yesterday, so I’m not super invested in any of these games, but it may be worth firing up Sunday Ticket for Evil v Jets
SWEEP THE LEG, [Jets Defensive Lineman]!
Watch the Jets game. They need the support.
Percentage of Falcons stadium cheering for the Panthers?
Whoa, man, I know Atlanta has a large African-American population, but that’s kind of racist…
Oh, you mean the FOOTBALL Panthers. Sorry man, my mistake.
Woo hoo! Slow clock in kitchen means that FOOTBAW arrived ten minutes earlier than expected!
I know I should root for the Steelers to lose, but I just can’t root for the Shitbirds.
Go Tie!
Last home game of the season, can’t hold anything back now!
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“You’re excited?! FEEL THESE NIPPLES!”
DUDE
Dude…
h
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Word of warning: don’t let Bob Costas touch your eyes after he’s been touching his nipples.
Alright, let’s see. In the Early Games, I get the Overperforming Assholes and the Usual Assholes.
ZEF ZEF ZEF
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Prepare your anus!
He’s watching that beer closely because it’s spiked.
Its December 27th, its 56 degrees outside and its flooding.
Al Gore was right!
Fun fact: “Glazer” is Goodell’s nickname for PK. “Glaze that ham, fatty!” he’ll say.
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I was half-expecting to see Han Solo’s face down there when that dude turned around.
“PREVENT shingles? No thanks! I’ve lived without a roof over my head; it’s no picnic.”
– Jim Tomsula, watching Terry Bradshaw’s ad.
I am at Ravens game and I am in full bourble. See u fuckets on the other sided
I was in bourble last night!
Best of luck, sir!
I got to try and get into the proper mood for this weekend of craptastic football…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQPfQvLIseA
Red Fang…save me from my malaise…
Ok. Going to the Yinzer bar for the early slate, updates as events warrant. Final thoughts on what was an ill-advised late-night foray to a friend’s place for bourbon, beer, and darts:
1. I keep forgetting I don’t get along with Jack Daniels. Or Jim Beam. John Jameson and I, however, get along famously, and any future mugshot will probably be sponsored by Jameson & Sons Distillery Co.
2. Friends with parents text at an alarmingly early time on a Sunday morning, apparently forgetting I drink until 4 or 5 AM when I really get going.
3. At some point I devoured an entire veal parm sub last night. I only know this because the empty delivery carton was on my coffee table.
4. I apparently was not drunk enough to text ex girlfriends in the middle of the night. That saddens me, for some reason.
Friends with kids. Might be still drunk.
Determining what I drunkenly devoured by examining the dishes in the sink and packaging in the trash is a fun little Saturday/Sunday morning game in my household.
/rips 3am nacho fart
Despite being in fairly good shape, I apparently don’t work the specific muscle used to throw darts very often, cause even a quick game gives me weird forearm soreness for a couple days after. WTF darts?
That’s definitely odd.
Look, I’m sorry. And I know this risks summoning Satan Belicheat’s worst demons…but Steven Jackson is a complete piece of shit.
I don’t really blame Peyton for going to an outside clinic; all the Broncos team doctors would prescribe him was Stanozolol.
But it’s too damn cold to get up.
Alright alright I’m getting up.
That delicious pork roast isn’t going to cook itself.
The convincing factor is once I get the oven going I’ve got 4 hours of slow cooking in the oven which should take this bone chilling freeze out of the house and replace it with savory delightfulness.
And there’s beer.
So when should I show up? I like me some pork roast.
I’m guessing around 3:30. That will give me time to roast some garlic to put in the mashed potatoes.
Jesus Christ. I need more friends that can cook.
It really is illuminating to find that Peyton shitting the bed in the playoffs was a side effect of all the laxatives he was taking to avoid getting HGH gut.
” Hello, I’m Peyton Manning…. and I’m hypodermic needle in his butt-cheek Peyton Manning…..”
How do you think he got rid of those skinny legs?
Antonio Brown is indeed third on my fictional MVP ballot, after Cam and Charmslinger.
“Truant! Truant, they’ll all say!”
– Justin Tucker, trying to persuade Ryan Mallet to show up to their game on time.