Anything but more of that game. We were sold a bill of goods, America. Some of us showed up for a middling football contest and were instead hoodwinked into watching Trent Edwards and Kerry Collins. I don’t want to talk about it.

What’s more, I needed 21 points out of Cop Speed and Nate Washington. Even with Jeff Fisher being a dick and running Johnson late to pad his stats, I still lost by eight-tenths of a point. I know you don’t care, but no one gave a shit about this game either. DIE NATE WASHINGTON YOU FAUXHAWK ASSHOLE I HOPE EVERYONE AT TIFFIN CHOKES ON AIDS.

Whatever. I’ve got nothing for you but tragicomic shots of rubes of the northern Florida variety. I’m not sure how they feel about the loss, but I bet EverBank Tarp Nation isn’t taking it very well.