Whazzup Wid Dat?

 

1. Poor baboo, trying to live on $20 million bucks, fame, glory, talent, success - hell, I’d bump him off, too.

   Posted by Rickvid       09/27/2006  at  04:50 PM  



2. There’s something else going on that we don’t know about. Perhaps it has nothing at all to do with football.

   Posted by Macker       09/27/2006  at  05:02 PM  



3. Why did Richard Corey do it?

   Or am I the only one who remembers that poem?

   Posted by Tannenberg       09/27/2006  at  07:37 PM  



4. Egads Tannenberg, showing off that classical education again?

   E.A.R. was always too fixated on death for my liking, (not that I read all his stuff) though he did turn out some well turned words:

   We know not, dying, what we may be, dead;
   We know not, living, what we are, alive:--
   While painted Sorrow’s mercenary laugh
   Is linked with living lies, and ever read
   As truth--throughout this humming human hive
   Where is the man to write man’s epitaph?

   Posted by Drew458       09/27/2006  at  07:50 PM  



5. Turns out this is all a farce anyway.  The specimen was all over the morning papers today (9/28), claiming he’s gonna play.

   Not that the cosmos would blink, one way or the other.

   

   Posted by Tannenberg       09/28/2006  at  07:34 AM  



6. As a close resident to Philadelphia, I can’t WAIT until he steps on the field.  I want him to be healthy and ready to play when he comes back to face the team that he deliberately dicked.  I’m only hoping that the eagirls do the right thing -

   Hell with the play - take that sumbitch out.

   Whiny, self-absorbed attention-grabbing narcissist.  Who the hell does he think he is? Bill Klintoon?

   Posted by T       09/28/2006  at  12:18 PM  

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