Mmmm. Tryptophan. A hell of a drug. Hope everybody enjoyed their Thanksgivings yesterday, and kept the hand-to-hand combat to a minimum between yesterday's family gatherings and today's moronic Black Friday deals! Anyways, enough shoehorning topical #content into the intro. We need to talk essentials here. My takeaways from yesterday's matchups:
Was last night the most watchable Bengals-Browns game in a long time? I don't actually know, as I didn't get a chance to watch - I was busy being a good son and picking up my parents from the airport after a three-week vacation to Australia. Regardless, was nice to
In his 68th year upon the Earth, Harold Wade Phillips can stand tall and look down upon his vanquished enemies. How d'ya like me now, bitch? Indeed.
Throughout his coaching career, the schlubby "Son of Bum" has been oft, and somewhat unfairly, called "son of somethin' else" as each
Badass original art by Make It Snow
Being a kid, then teenaged Broncos fan in the 1980s/early 1990s was a rollercoaster ride, to put it mildly. The Drive and The Fumble provide about as much joy as one can possibly experience in a sports setting. Yeah, it was just at the