Oh me, oh my - some BANANACAKES stuff went down late, in several locales. No Donks WOO! = no Hippo stress, just enjoyed the parade.
I don't think too many folk would have been surprised by a 26-9 scoreline, but the "9" belonged to Breesus Christ...at HOME against the Falcons? I
Welcome to Monday, ladies and (chuckle) gentlemen - it was a full MANDATORY 14 hours of glorious FITBAW! But of course, some fixtures were more glorious than others.
[EDITOR'S NOTE: Hippo is wise, but like the ancient Oracle at Delphi, he often speaks in a...cryptic...language that can require some interpretation. Thus, the
What Week 8 lacked in greatness, it made up for it with folly. Oh, folly abounded.
Chi****/ex-San Diego played perhaps the derpiest game I have ever seen, at least without weather playing a major role. Bollo del Verdad remained atrocious. Matt Nagy wisely ran, ran, then ran some more...for most of
Forgive me if these are even shittier than usual - I'm not in a particularly decent mood (even by Hippo standards).
Naturally, one should lead off with the Tomsulas' 9-nil win over the Dacteds in wet, dire Landover. Under 10 points for both sides combined, in a game with no snow
It wasn't a great Sunday of FITBAW! - but it was weird. Given the Timeline we are in, weird will have to do.
Were you up bright and early to watch the start of Most Glorious Mandatory 14-Hour Viewing Window? Well, fuck most of y'all, you missed a sweet fair catch free
The best one can really ever expect out of this piece of shit life is a mixed bag. Thusly, I found out (having to run an annoying parenting errand) that I could NOT get the satellite broadcast of my Donks continuing to shitcan King Laserface, but instead was stuck listening
Heidy-ho, it's a glorious Monday morning with a sense of order returned to the universe. That's right, Most Glorious el beisbol Cardinals have won the National League Central, and will make the playoffs relevant again. Thank you, Jack Flaherty.
But what of Donks WOO!!!?? Well, they sure tried hard again! Our Equine
My oh my. Sunday was a fine September day indeed. As a preliminary matter, I sweated my balls off through the fourth consecutive 1-run win by mah beloved, Most Glorious el beisbol Cardinals in Wrigley. First such sweep since 1921. But you come to hear of the footy, and there was some quite
Sometimes, everything sucks all at once. This was my sportsball weekend. Thanks for showing me you can get darker, Darkest Timeline.
Did you know that Stephen Gostkowski missed TWO extra points yesterday? I mean, the P*ts still won 43-fucking-0, so maybe it escaped your attention. Shit, even if you took all
Yes, we assemble together again. Another season, knowing the ending is gonna suuuuuccccckkkk. But there is familiarity in routine, and really, there is no substitute for the beautiful, mathematical violence that is professional football.
And wouldn't you know - we get treated right away to a game like Fuck Lions/Qardinals (hat
Jared Goff is liquid shit. The Baby Buster moniker is now unfair to Mr. Bluth.
But the hidden villain here is Andy Reid. How in the name of Sweet Jeebus Tittyfuck did he not beat those dickass P*ts? They have NOTHING. You had the NFL's most valuable player, and somehow didn't
Fuck it, I hate everything and since RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAM IT!! lucked out, there will be no Narrative Owl. So I guess I have to watch in two weeks, but BLECH.
Thanks to BLEERGH, Greg the Leg, and a pretty great defensive gameplan - Los Angeles will represent the NFC in the Superb