Now that my blind fury has passed, and I was able to avoid most of whatever bullshit was coming out of that lying fucks' mouth. I though I would take a deep breath, and discuss the actual ramifications for your 2010 NFC North Division Champion Green Bay Packers.
I realize that a rational argument could also be made for the opposite of this, or that tomorrow he will cry and change his mind again, but I only have the mental capacity for this line of positive thinking.
This signing is going to fuck our friends to the west in the following ways:
1) Chilly isn't smart enough to utilize whatever is left in His tank, and obviously doesn't have the balls to stand up against Him, meaning He is going to do whatever the fuck he wants. Which is throw it all over the fucking place. The strength of the team is A-Peter, and Chilly was too dumb not to give him the ball 400 times last year. Imagine what he'll do now. Does anyone remember the Ray Rhodes era? How about the Mike Sherman era? Remember how well it went when we had a coach that didn't stand up to him? Anyone remember 2005 when Darrell Bevell was his QB Coach and he threw 29 interceptions in a 4-12 season?
2) It is going to take 5 to 10 carries per game away from A-Peter, which is fantastic for Queen opponents. This is regardless of what play is called, because you know that there will be a shitload of run to pass audibles.
3) Whatever they may gain in total yardage due to more passing, they will lose in more turnovers, and less third down conversions on a whole. The rationale: A-Peter is a virtual guarantee to get you 3 to 5 yards on every carry. While he does fumble, the chances of a running back fumbling are far less than a QB throwing a pick on third down. Also, the chances of a completion for a first down regardless of yardage is probably around 50 or 60%, which makes the chances of getting nothing 40 to 50%. The chances of a first down run on 3rd and 5 or less are probably a little higher, and the chances of getting nothing are lower. Of course, some of the passes will go to A-Peter, but ask Ryan Grant how many times he was hung out to dry on a last second flip pass, only to turn around and get decleated by a linebacker.
4) They still have zero WRs. Donald Driver, on the downside of his career, would still be the number one in Queenland.
5) The locker room is going to be destroyed.
6) Seriously, Chilly is an idiot.
7) I think you can pencil in He for 20 to 25 TD, and 15 to 20 INT. Traveiouereueos and Sage would've given you 15 to 20 TD and 10 to 15 picks. And an extra 150 touches for A-Peter, arguably the best player in the league.
And if all of the above doesn't come true, well, then I'm going to start filling bags of urine right now, in the hopes of giving one to each and every fan at Lambeau on November 1, to do what they please.
Showing posts with label urine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label urine. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Wayne Larrivee pissed on my shoe
So this is my first venture into this intergoogle thing, and I'm not totally sure what I'm doing, but I had a pretty funny story to pass along so here it goes.
I went to the draft party thingy at Lambeau Field yesterday. It was actually a lot cooler than it sounds, and I got so drunk that I threw up multiple times in the middle of the night. But that isn't the point of the story.
The point is, about 15 drinks in, I am letting loose some of the gold soda my bladder borrowed, I drunkenly glance down the row of urinals, and who is standing next to me but the radio voice of the Green Bay Packers, Wayne fucking Larrivee. We both finished up and he said "How's it going?" in that silky voice of his. On a side note, dude is fucking scary looking in person. His hair is goddamn huge. That is my story.
Oh yeah, later in the night we went to Fuzzy's and the man Fuzzy Thurston was there. And he sang happy birthday to someone. Which was a bit disturbing because he has some type of issue with his throat and has a voice box thing.
Other highlights included: Not being able to hear Ted Thompson talk over the chorus of boos following their first pick, the Pack drafting a white wideout, and my buddy asking a 65 year old in front of her husband if she pulled her jersey over her tits when she got the autographs on her shoulders.
I went to the draft party thingy at Lambeau Field yesterday. It was actually a lot cooler than it sounds, and I got so drunk that I threw up multiple times in the middle of the night. But that isn't the point of the story.
The point is, about 15 drinks in, I am letting loose some of the gold soda my bladder borrowed, I drunkenly glance down the row of urinals, and who is standing next to me but the radio voice of the Green Bay Packers, Wayne fucking Larrivee. We both finished up and he said "How's it going?" in that silky voice of his. On a side note, dude is fucking scary looking in person. His hair is goddamn huge. That is my story.
Oh yeah, later in the night we went to Fuzzy's and the man Fuzzy Thurston was there. And he sang happy birthday to someone. Which was a bit disturbing because he has some type of issue with his throat and has a voice box thing.
Other highlights included: Not being able to hear Ted Thompson talk over the chorus of boos following their first pick, the Pack drafting a white wideout, and my buddy asking a 65 year old in front of her husband if she pulled her jersey over her tits when she got the autographs on her shoulders.
Labels:
disturbing visuals,
drunk stories,
Fuzzy Thurston,
Packers,
urine,
Wayne Larrivee
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)