The Old Man is out and presumed dead. T-Jack is in and playing like the second coming of Saint Tarkenton.
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Wisely, Andre Johnson beat Cortland Finnegan’s ass before he could get out his trusty shillelagh.
And courtesy friend of the site, twoeightnine, the beatdown in GIF form:
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From Who Datting commenter TurleyGirlie, a tale in parking lot rubishness she captured prior to last Saturday’s win over the Buzzsaw.
For some reason, I thought y’all would love this. We saw this as we were walking into the game from our tailgating spot. The thought process of the tards that tailgated here:
Tard 1: Oh shit! We broke the back window!
Tard 2: Shit!
Tard 1: Let’s stretch this too-small garbage bag over the window.
Tard 2: Great idea!
Tard 1: Okay, it’s game time, let’s go!
P.S. The forecast was like 80% chance of rain.
Also? I woulda done the same damn thing. What were they going to do? Leave and get it fixed? Hell no.
Well, of course. It’s not like anything ever gets fixed in New Orleans anyway.
Ugh. These playoffs need to get entertaining in a hurry. That was shaping up to be an entertaining game for about maybe the first three drives. Then ’99 Warner turned into ’05 Warner. Then ’05 Warner got decapitated.
All the while the Reggie Bush, of all people, put on a show. Which means the Brenda Warner reaction shot got swapped out for the goddamn Kim Kardashian reaction smother with Lucille II. You can tell it was bad because I’m writing this recap with seven and a half minutes left to play.
HOWEVAH: we did spot a few tidbits that make hating the otherwise likable Saints a tiny bit easier. To wit:
1. Attendance banners. First sellout season was post-Katrina playoff run? BANDWAGON!
2. “Finish Strong” Just like she polished off that sixth po’ boy.
3. Not only embracing “Who Dat” but having ads that play on it. Also the slogan works better on the above woman better than “Finish Strong”.
4. Charlies Daniels’ GEICO ads are not only ubiquitous, but his Mardi Gras facepaint is retarded.
The NFL is a fraternity! A fraternity of men! Men that do quasi-homosexual things and then pelt outsiders with slurs of disdain! This is the concept of “fraternity” that passed through my string bean of a mind when I saw Steelers defensive back Ike Taylor mutter something to Dolphins quarterback Pat White, who was strapped to a cart being driven off the field at Land Shark Stadium Sunday. So what did Ike say to him? Here are a few good guesses:
“Welcome to the NFL.”
“I guess you won’t be going out with us after the game for nachos.”
“What did you think of Avatar? Was the message of environmentalism too heavy-handed?”
“Do these yellow pants make me look fat?”
“How close are we to Orlando?”
“Do you know Jimmy Buffet? Did he actually invent the dinner buffet?”
“Have you heard the new Lady Gaga single? Artistically, it has a lot of merit.”
“I’m not touching you…I’m not touching you…”
“They should let me drive the cart. After all, I’m the one that knocked yo’ ass out.”
“Someday we’re both gonna look back on this and laugh. Well, I will…”
“Good thing I started Jim Sorgi in fantasy this week instead of you.”
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Tom is excused from the sixth rule of Fight Club.
Fresh off his knockout victory over defensive assistant coach Randy Hanson, head coach Tom Cable is eager to make the next step up the coachfight contender ladder. But that doesn’t mean Cable is about to let success go to his head. “Sure, a decisive victory is always great, “ he said, “but I can’t get cocky—this guy [Hanson] is just a low-level assistant; not even a position coach.”
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Allow me to join this dogpile of rubbing in it. What a stupendous day of football.
UPDATE: we hear Romo doesn’t just collapse on the field– apparently he does it in the shower too.
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I must say, that had to have been one of the more satisfying Steelers victories since Super Bowl XL. Of course, it would have been nothing without smug, self-satisfied comments by Pats fans leading up to the game, especially those appearing in Pittsburgh publications.
Aw, that’s cute. Too bad Matt Cassel fell about 230 yards short of that 400-yard mark. Oh yeah, and he turned the ball over four times. I’m sure Randy Moss feels vastly disrespected by the footballs that bounced off his hands. But, yeah, he’s still the best there is. Unless the game matters.
For those who didn’t charge off into the night midway through the broadcast intent on killing Tony Kornheiser for invoking Brett Favre’s name after every play, it was merciless offensive onslaught by the Saints, led by Drew Brees and Lance Moore. It was so overwhelming, in fact, even Jeremy Shockey showed flashes of competence. Meanwhile in the KSK live blog world, a furious maelstrom of cheese punnage broke out. The Saints obviously couldn’t get enough scoring, as they were still running trick plays up 20-plus points in the 4th quarter. Still, as bad a night as Aaron Rodgers and The Pack had, it certainly wasn’t as bad as this guy’s.
After the jump is the usual cavalcade of crowd oddities and video of Greg Jennings getting KTFO.
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A used car salesman, trying to cheer on his beloved Bengals, got KTFO Sunday by a still-at-large Steeler fan. Randy Reed was knocked unconscious and suffered a broken wrist after the blindside assault at Paul Brown Stadium. Adding insult to injury, his favorite Rudi Johnson jersey was ruined. What, pray tell, could have touched off such a violent scene?
“The guy said something about (Bengals president) Mike Brown. I’m one of the few people who will defend him, which is getting harder to do these days. I said, ‘Yeah, well, at least he’s not selling the team. You guys are going to be the L.A. Steelers.’ And the next thing I remember is waking up in the security office.”
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