Ye boi I gets dem Fentesy Football pleyers to put me on der’ team. I says I comin’ back den I go head-n-retire in July. BYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.
I says I was goin’ ta New Yorks. Den Miami. Den Green Bey’. Den I’s gonna take ovah Minnesota . . . BYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
ESPN cover’d my ass fo’ 24 hours-e-day. Den dey says I’m comin’ back. Den I’s like “nuh uh ESPN I need to mek’ more Wrangler commercials where dat dey’ point de camera at muh 40 year’ old ass”. Dey says “but we need you back”. And I’s like “nuh uh you dere fuzz monkey I’s need muh rest”.
Dis me in 60 years ye see? BYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
A Pulled Hammy:
A Slip at First Base:
And a Broken Ankle:
Amidst the media sploogefest involving the summer blockbuster movies, Hollywood breakups, and shitty television pilots, we all thought for once this year we would be free of Brett Frama (Farve and drama have simultaneously combined through ESPN throughout the last 3 seasons). The man is turning 40 years old . . . his throwing arm has been reduced to a mass of delicious deli meat . . . and his ass was sacked more time than Michael Vick’s last season. Yet despite having the old piece of arm noodle, juvenile Alzheimer’s, and the enjoyment of being “officially” retired for 3 months after the Jets . . . it looks like we’re in for another summer of Brett Farve rumors and rants. FOL.