skymike

CAlling it like I see it.
I think the feminine burning is coming from the "Cut Brees" Lobby.
I'm disappointed we lost, also. I understand you need a goat, even if its the G.O.A.T, to sacrifice to appease your disappointment, and this year we cant
blame the refs. Nevermind, the injured, and underperforming OL, including your All-Pro starting Center. You cant throw from your Butt. Ok, Bobby could, but...

I'm not judging, believe me- in spite of the divisive tone. This is the internet, and it just doesnt mean that much, after you've seen it a few years. I'd just as soon post pictures of cats.

But hey, this whole BDS is a tantrum, and I've been guilty of plenty of tantrums in my youth---and you just dont know nasty, till you saw me in my 20s (or 30s) after the Saints lost. I went out of my way to say something shockingly ugly. They didnt have Antifa back then, and I was too big for diapers, so I needed to vent.

I once punched my own Windshield out in my car-- true story.. I had no idea windshields broke that easily. (My body went thru one a few years later, at the hands of a deranged girlfriend-- different story) I jabbed my windshield after a loss to the 49ers, and left the bar, without telling my girlfriend or buddies. (she drove her own car there) Eventually, I apologized to her, and she told me one of our WhoDats said, "Man, he sure takes his football seriously."

Your hurting. I'm hurting. We were going to have the biggest party. Dont tell me NOTHIN, DUDE. I hired a freakin JAZZ BAND for the Vikings game!

We're all armchair Vince Lombardis, and we all, at some time need to RAAAAGE, and I get it. Eventually, I learned to hold my wife's hand (3rd wife- yall've met her) I held her hand sweetly every time we lost, and walked from the Dome to the Quarter, and we went to Royal St. because she liked to look at pretty things--- and she knew I was hurting, and I liked myself so much better, when I acted right. And we had ice cream, and some kind of good food. And it gets better and the Sun will come out, and Im having a Crawfish Party, and a Draft Party, and Baseball, and before you know it, Training Camp.

Shhhh.. go to sleep now.