Sunday, January 21, 2007
I'm sure most of you remember this day unless you have conveniently blacked it out. This is the day when somehow a rip in the space time continuum formed over that crap hole of a stadium in Indianapolis and we allowed The Great Satan, aka The Forehead, to come back from a 21-3 deficit and steal our chance at yet another Superbowl victory. Somehow we allowed The Forehead to reach the Superbowl in a year when even he couldn't screw up winning it.
We have spent the past 7 years in hell paying off the bad karma for this horrific crime against nature:
16-0, undefeated, the most prolific offense in NFL history only to lose the most important game of the year to a complete doofus in mind boggling fashion. Brady tears his ACL. One and done to the Ravens. One and done to the Jets after going 14-2 and securing HFA. Doofus Bowl the Second Coming. Gronk gets hurt again and again. One of our pistol selfie shooting TE's is charged with murder. We lose half the team to injuries.
I don't know which one of you jackwagons broke a mirror or stepped on a black cat 7 years ago but this crap has to stop.
Next Sunday is our chance to redeem ourselves. I suggest you all figure out what the hell you did to piss off the universe and atone for it immediately because we cannot continue living in this bizarro world.
I do not think it is any coincidence that we enter this game riding our running game and defense. You know, the things that we used to do back when we won Super Bowls. It is time to exorcise the demons that have haunted us the past 7 years.
BEGONE FOREHEAD, BACK TO HELL YOU GO! THE POWER OF BRADY COMPELS YOU!