By this point in the season, the true nature of teams has revealed itself, whether it be a fluke or a force. Individuals are complex cogs in the machine and have more to offer than toeing the company line. No, they have secrets to leak in bad MS Paint form.
Now that most teams in the league have already played a quarter of their regular season games, you’d think all the concealed desires and suppressed thoughts would have come out in the wash by now. Not so. If this week’s NFL PostSecret is any indication, there’s far more where that came from.
As always, a tip of the emo bangs to those mopey groaners over at the real PostSecret blog.
Special Not-So-Secret: Yours truly will be running the Chicago Marathon this weekend. That’s right, it was so enjoyable destroying my body in grueling, tiresome, scarcely rewarding ways that I’m doing it one more time. Longtime readers of KSK may recall the misfortune that befell the aftermath of that first marathon. No, it’s still not funny.
This is my first trip to the city of the big shoulders. If you have any suggestions about shit I should see or a place to drink my dehydrated self blind while watching Sunday’s games, let me know. I’m staying above Ditka’s Restaurant. Perhaps that’ll do.
At least a dead someone is wishing me luck.
As we’ve learned over the course of this short season, the NFL is filled with subterfuge and skullduggery, where nothing personal or professional can be revealed lest it be used for bulletin board material or in a scouting report. For those troubled souls in need of release, NFL PostSecret is here.
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Sent: Tuesday, September 25, 2007 10:03 AM
Subject: Lil’ Help
So any chance Iran could help us shore up our defense?.
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Sent: Monday, September 24, 2007 5:43 PM
Subject: Bench
You should go to the Redskins. They keep their good players on the sidelines.
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Sent: Monday, September 24, 2007 5:43 PM
Subject: Trade
Thanks for the two points this season, fucknuts.
As we’ve no doubt learned over the past week, the NFL is filled with subterfuge and skullduggery, where nothing personal or professional can be revealed lest it be used for bulletin board material or in a scouting report. For that reason, NFL PostSecret has become all the more vital tool for players, coaches, owners and Solomon Wilcots to air their most closely guarded secrets. Here are this week’s submissions.
Apparently the NFL PostSecret posts have garnered such a ferverish response that players and coaches have started to send football-related secrets to the original PostSecret, as evidenced by this first post from this Sunday.
Now that’s one of the more cryptic ones we’ve seen. Is it from Romeo Crennel? The Sex Cannon? Herm Edwards?
While you ruminate over that one, here are some of the submissions from this past week:
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Sent: Sunday, September 09, 2007 8:12 PM
Subject: Stupid fast
Beast mode on the field.
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Sent: Sunday, September 09, 2007 8:12 PM
Subject: HOF
I hope Art Monk doesn’t find out I didn’t vote for him. Not as long as Starbucks is on the ballot.
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Sent: Sunday, September 09, 2007 8:12 PM
Subject: Squash
With Brandon Jacobs!
A regular feature toward the end of the last season, we’re resurrecting the NFL PostSecret post as a weekly feature. Why? Because we can’t bear to keep things from you, dear readers.
As always, thanks to the actual PostSecret blog.
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Sent: Tuesday, August 28, 2007 3:36 PM
Subject: re: Antonio Gates
HUGH!
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Sent: Tuesday, August 28, 2007 7:35 PM
Subject: Couch
I can’t believe his comeback is done. What will my imaginary family say?
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Sent: Monday, August 27, 2007 7:35 PM
Subject: Begul shits
I hope U remember to wash HE ass!
