SERIOUSLY?!?!

SERIOUSLY?!?!

No matter what happens in life you can always count on two things: the census will come out, and people will continue to do idiotic things.

I just don’t understand San Diego (which means “a whale’s vagina”). Are they actively trying to do whatever they can to make Phillip Rivers hate his life? The guy throws for over 400 yards and at least 2 touchdowns and they still loose. It’s pathetic. This all started, for me at least, when they fired coaching great Marty Schottenheimer for Norv Turner. That year they were one game away from a Super Bowl, Rivers was becoming what he is today and oh yeah, they had that running back who used to be good for them…oh, Ladanian Tomlinson. Ya know, the one who is rushing for 5.7 yards a carry and is anything but washed up. I’m clearly disappointed in you San Diego. I expected more from you but I guess that’s California for ya.

Ya know, right when I think everything is okay in the world and everybody will be ok, Terrell Owens has to go and run his mouth one more time. Dude, seriously! You’re getting more attention now that you did on your aweful tv show what more do you want. In the last two games you’ve combined for 324 yards and two touchdowns and trust me bro, it’s only gonna get better. That organization is so tired of the ups and downs of OchoCinco that they love you. Let me reiterate this to you Mr. Owens: somebody in the universe thinks that you are a more reliable option than another human being. It’s like I’m in the twilight zone or something. Do me a favor, a big favor…shut your mouth and keep putting up career numbers because lord knows you need it.

This last one has nothing to do with football but I felt obligated to say something about it. I was at the grocery store with my daughter last Tuesday getting ready for family night. It’s my favorite night of the week because it’s the only time my wife, my daughter and I are all home at the same time. As we were walking back to the care I say a lady walking toward us. This particular lady was white, in her mid to late 40’s and was wearing a “Baby Phat” brand jump suite. That’s right, Baby Phat. Seriously, maim, that’s what it is…baby fat. Are you sure it isn’t the Hogen Daz ice cream and boxed wine you drank every night for six months after your divorce from your first husband. I would like to submit a bill to Congress that no woman over the age of 35 is allowed to wear anything that doesn’t come from Chicos or the Ann Taylor Loft. It’s not just for me… it’s for you.