Showing posts with label texans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label texans. Show all posts

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Gimme Five

-Up high! Down low! Too SLOW! ...That'll be five yards.-


RWPilk
Current Standing: 5-6, 8th overall

Nothing screams rompin' good fun like an official statement to the press dispelling the occurrence of a high five.

This week, the media was abuzz with an apparent high five that occured between QB Vince Young and ref Jerome Boger at the end of Titans/Texans MNF. I love stuff like this. Honestly, it looks like a coincidence, but it comes at just the right time where there's little buzzes floating around about refs favoring certain players and all that kinda nonsense/reality. Yee Haw! Eat it up, sports media outlets! I'm gonna run and grab Chris Berman a bib.

Of course, NFL suits are falling over themselves trying to deny it. Happenstance, they say. Serendipitous, yet unintentional, palm slapping. Perfectly understandable. The NFL then added, "Tweet about this, and we'll kill you."

Below is really, REALLY bad footage of it happening. Is it true? A hoax?! YOU decide!



Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. This footage looks familiar... I could swear I've seen this camera work before...



Well, and there you have. That proves it. Pure, unadulterated FACT.
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009

I'm confused! Can you take me home?!

-Go long. And stay off my lawn.-

RWPilk

Newsflash, oh faithful SSFA! readers: Brett Favre is kind of a jerk.

As of Tuesday night, press and fellow player alike were still abuzz with talk about Brett Favre's low hit to Texans' Eugene Wilson in the Monday night preseason game. Big whoop, right? It happens. It's basically a big, sweaty man blender out there at the line of scrimmage. You can make a mistake, as long as you take responsibility for it. Oh, wait. We're not doing that? I see.

"Believe me, my intentions were not to be cheap. . . . I'll be 40 years old in October and was weeding 13 days ago. I wasn't thinking about throwing blocks." Favre said when questioned about it. Aw, c'mon man. Where's "I'm sorry" in that sentence? You're gonna play the age card now? After you've wheeled and dealed your way into the Vikings organization, proclaiming how capable and vital you are to anyone who will listen, you're gonna play it like that? You're old? It doesn't count? It was past your bedtime? Sure, sure. We get it. You were weeding, of course! And confused. Right. Skipping an Ensure before game time can do that to a weary old veteran such as yourself. Understood. Here's your rocking chair, we'll wake you for practice.

Good god. It's gonna be a long season, Minnesota.
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