Monday, February 6, 2012


Oh it is a dark, dark day in this house.

Our shoulders are hunched.

Our spirits broken.

The face of defeat.

There will be no victory parade. 

There will be no cool new t-shirts.

Trying to put on a brave face. 

Here, we live and die by our teams, and last night we died. 

Brought low by that little twerp Eli friggen Manning. What is with the shape of his head anyway? 

Moving on. 
Alas, wallowing in my murderous rage for Eli Manning  disappointment will not bring back our chance at Superbowl glory.

Today, we grieve - and it is my hope that from grief an all consuming quest for vengeance is born.

Touche Eli. Enjoy your moment. We'll see you and your malformed head next year. 

1 comment:

  1. wow..even i did not take it that hard..your poor boys look pathetic. we will have to move on to bruins and then spring with the red sox..i am with you Eli is a twerp!!!