The last time Philly appeared in the playoffs, we got “Fuck Da Eagles” girl. While it’s unlikely that Minnesota has a decent equivalent, we live in hope.
This is likely to be a dazzling spectacle of horrible coaching, one that future Romeos and Marinellis will write length dissertations on during their senior year at the School of Kotite. Seriously, what possessed the NFL to give Philly and Minnesota the marquee time slot of the weekend. This is the least exciting match-up of the bunch. Dicks.
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I for one am grateful that we were spared Fuck Da Eagles Helga.
Guess a season/lifetime worth of blasphemy by Drew and Vike fans caught up with them. Oops.
Hmm. Well that was pretty pedestrian as Viking collapses go. It’s usually a bit more extravagant…
“Tim the Enchanter” really?
Somebody called “Tim the Enchanter” is talking smack about a football player?
Adrian Peterson is putting up some MVP type numbers!
Oh wait, they pulled him midway through the third quarter. Guess Media Darling actually can’t pass protect or catch or run without people removing all the defenders in his way. But on the plus side, he’s really darn good when he gets to the outside and no one is there, or the blitz overpenetrates and he has a clean path to the endzone!
Fuck Philly