All this pre-season football going on. Thank God baseball is almost over. Speaking of God, He told me that baseball wasn't allowed in heaven. Good news for everyone there... Anyways, these pre-season games are all good and fun for like a quarter and a half, then we get treated to second and third string scrubs. If I was a coach, I'd be mixing futon up. Say I was coaching my 49ers and we were playing Simmy's Patriots. It's the fourth quarter, we both have our third strings in, I got the ball on Simmy's seven yard line, :11 seconds left in the game, I'm down by six. I call a timeout, you know, to tell the guys that I'm thinking a steak and brew down at Ruths Chris sounds nice after the game, and right before I send em back in, I swap my third string QB for Alex Smith. Real casual like, you know. The guys line up at the ball, and Simmy's third string D looks up to see A-Smith in there about to pounce on their pathetic inexperienced arses. Snap, pass to Davis, touchdown.
I look over the field at Simmy, and mouth the words "How you like me now."
Simmy says,
And I mouth back "Way to go, futon. That's the only string of the Patriot defense A-Smith is ever gonna score on... I hear golf is the only sport the 49ers are good at in January these days."
Posted @ August 20, 2007Noah says,
My mouth-back retort would be, "I see your mouth moving, but all I hear is blah blah blah."
Posted @ August 20, 2007