Thanksgiving 2024 FITBAW – Part teh Second

Welcome BACK to Murrika’s favoUrite holiday, where we celebrate Native American slaughter by eating more than a third world family does in a year, getting blackout drunk, and falling asleep watching good old American FITBAW!  Scotchy continues to be annoyed by non-sportsball matters, so I am stepping in.  Don’t worry, I am tired of reading my gibberish too.

Vertically Enhanced Persons (+3.5) at Non-Gendered Cowpersons (4:30, FOX)

I should have gone with the Greendale Human Being for this banner pic, but I didn’t want to add to the day’s vomitorium count.  Speaking of vomit?  Jesus, this game.  Blessed be those who ate turkey at midday, for theirs shall be the Kingdom of Nap.  Me, on the other hand?  I just made my insta-pot chimichurri chicken (the closest I come to cooking) and sifted the cat’s shitbox.  Don’t b all jelly.

Anyway, Horse Cock Lock, fresh off his hissy fit at NOT being the designated tank driver – gets his turn in the barrel, one short week later.  They dun killed Tommy Cutlets!!  Dallas is fresh off a win, somehow, someway.  Or maybe we know the way – they’s 4-2 on the road, 0-5 in the House That Jerral Built.  I just don’t know how even these maximally-dysfuctional ‘Persons can manage to lose to this version of the VEP.  They’re not even trying anymore – which makes the first 11 weeks even sadder.  This was REALLY the best these shitdicks could do, y’all.