Sunday, November 16, 2008

Stiller Sunday

Another week and another game. Another game where we don't hopefully give the game away like a bunch of choking sisters to teams we're owning and pwning (Giants and Colts, I'm looking in your direction), wicked hard, until the shambling horror of our offensive line, RB injuries, and mental stability of one BR7 combine to snatch defeat out of the jaws of victory with ill timed penalties, drive killing sacks, and mind shattering interceptions inside our own 30. YOU CAN SHOW UP FOR OBAMA, BUT NOT FOR THE COLTS GAME?!?! Excuse me, I just got very mad. I will now leave the room to break something and kick up to two dogs.

Back now. Let's not dwell on the fiery raging anger, raging in a fiery way inside us all anymore. Hey, the Pens have won six in a row. We all like the Pens, right? Drive those BR7 INT's out of your skull with thoughts of Jordan Staal selling his soul to the devil for some swank goals over the past couple of games. Here's this week's Yinz Luv Da Stillers, replete with a RHCP "Give It Away" theme and a Ernie Stautner reference.



This week, my pretties, we face the San Diego Chargers replete with the probably washed up LaDanian Thompson, the excrement headed, annoying, ape faced, Gomer Pyle goon, fantasy points machine Philip Rivers, and head coaching pariah Norv Turner. They drag their 4-5, "Lost in London", mediocre in a bad division, asses to Heinz Field for a rowdy dow. Good news everyone, LaMarr "Scary Human" Woodley brings his 9.5 sacks back into the lineup this week along with Hasty Bill Parker aka Quick William. Today sees the CB starting debut of William "My jersey won't be a big seller because my last name is" Gay and the debut of Fernando Bryant in the triage unit known as the Steelers CB corps.

Sad news, as WR Dallas Baker got cut this week. Everyone wear their Dallas Baker jerseys in remembrance of him and his one catch for 6 yards today.

Vegas line is us giving 4.5. The Chargers have a 0-12 lifetime record in Pittsburgh for the regular season. I'm sure I just jinxed that. Kickoff 4:15. Exultant joy or crippling depression & fury around 7:30'ish.

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