I remember my "look at all these program-changing receivers!" phase...
But lets be honest, Cristobal is the most anti-sark coach in the conference. Almost to a fault. Cristobal doesn't like to air it out, and quite frankly, he's too much against it. We run way too much inside the tackle for my liking. A lot of that in my opinion is because we don't have a traditional back that can handle that consistently. But damn, Sean Dollars just looks different. That kid I think could play Mario's style.
Seriously though, we ran the fucking ball three different times on 3rd and 7-8 to go. We actually got it on the first one.
I'm going to have to see Mario in a "Run the Damned Ball" hat before I take any of this seriously.
If you don't like Frank Reich, you don't like football.
This is more of a third instead of a frank type of board.
Both had/have a great ground game.
Who the fuck is David? Doesn’t post, but flags me to fuck off. Passive aggressive?
Pretty sure I saw a question or comment like this in another thread so David must be making the rounds. Or maybe that was you too...don't remember.
I hadn’t seen him before last week, and I’ve never seen the little twerp post anything. Noticed him because every thing I poast is fucked off by him nearly instantly.
Guess what, David? You do you. If that’s what floats your boat... float on my friend. If hitting that angry crossed out eye is enriching your life and keeping you sane then do it. I’ll try to poast more to give you an outlet, but TSIO and there’s less shit to bitch about now. We all have our methods of coping. I used to do drugs and drink. Then I began hitting the weights hard. Then I plowed my way through a parade of random tinder and bumble sluts for almost two years.
Let me tell you, David: they all have their downfalls. The drugs make you a dick even when you think you’re wonderful, everyone is functional until they’re not. The weights become a never ending cycle of gain and maintain, and you sacrifice happiness from socializing and delicious carbs for shoulder pain and shakes that taste like what I imagine horse semen to taste like. And the tinder sluts, those are the worst of all. You ever get a message from someone who you forgot existed four years ago, where she’s telling you she’s sorry that she lied but she was married and her husband did a DNA test on the kid and now she’s not married and this adorable little toddler looks exactly like you? It’s not a good feeling, Dave. You mind if I call you Dave? I’m gonna call you Dave.
Anyway, I don’t know what you’re going through. Maybe you’re afraid to tell your parents you’re gay. Maybe you got laid off from your job, committed manslaughter while high on bath salts, or have recently discovered you’re sexually aroused by the thought of carnivorous hamsters being funneled into your anus and are now in therapy. I honestly don’t care Dave. Not unless you open up, in which case my PMs are open to you, like that anus for those hamsters.
Until you’re ready to talk you do what you need to do. It looks like you’ve found a relatively harmless way to get your anal hamster fantasies to subside, and I don’t want you to change your routine. I came here to find out about an extra large DT with fast twitch muscle fiber in his ass, but now I’m here to save you from hamsters in yours. Stay strong Davy, stay strong.