tangledupinblue

You know, my mind has been drawn accross the waiting mellowness of July and August into the coming football season. It usually doesn't happen to me until the last couple of weeks before the regular season, until we tailgate the annual G-Men/Jets pre-season tilt, but my lovely little peaceful, tranquil page has been assualted by Sam Cowart, Curtis Martin, Wayne Chrebet, and Chad (the lesser #10) Pennington, courtesy of the lovely Ash.

So that got me thinking. And well, I am not going to be unhappy when the season rolls around. Adding a two-time MVP is an uprgade from Hands of Stone Kerry Collins, and Warner's thumb should be healed. Only dicey thing is that he had happy feat in his one start last year, and our O-line isn't exactly battle-tested. That and we get saddled with Brenda Warner, the evil one.

Yet, even though we acquired the prophet ELI-jah in the draft, Les Giants are essentially a win-now offense. There was a damn good reason they were most people's wild card, if not NFC Eat pick last year. Toomer, Hilliard, Shockey, Barber, Dixon, Dayne (whoops) -- lot of firepower. Anyway, with the additions of TO and Joe Gibbs Racing, the NFC East is stacked city. I'm down with it . . .as Chun from Remo Williams says "I am not entirely disatissfied".

The pulled pork ws excellent, and the slaw was righteous.

I am going out to smoke Cohibas and drink me some gimlets with some mens and wimmins.

In the words of LT

"Let's go out there like a pack of wild dogs."

Sounds right on for a Saturday night.

Trash

Can

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