Well, the Eagles have just finished off a 38-point pounding of the Dallas Cowboys to win the 6th and final playoff spot in the NFC. Only one word can sum up today's events: Unbelievable.
The 4-11 Oakland Raiders went into Tampa Bay and beat the Buccaneers, the 7-8 Texans overcame an early 10-point deficit against the Bears, and the Eagles have now finished off the trifecta by doing everything right against the Cowboys in one of the most lopsided Eagles-Cowboys game I can remember.
All I can say is: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
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Went to Atlantic City this weekend. On the way there, I ran over something on the Atlantic City Expressway doing about 75 m.p.h. Somehow we made it into A.C. and into the parking garage at Tropicana before the tire was completely shredded. Put the spare on, which was not inflated, and tried to find a spot. I let this yellow Focus by me and after blowing past an open spot, they pulled a crafty maneuver and took the spot I was about to pull into.
First thing I wanted to ask was: who drives a fucking yellow Focus? Seriously. That's about the lamest car you could ever drive.
Second, the guy gets out and I'm like "Dude, I let you by me, I've got a flat tire, you're going to take that spot." He shrugs his shoulders, puts his hands up, and says in this raspy-ass voice: "I'm sorrrry." Like that makes anything better. Oh well. Merry Fucking Christmas to you, too, pal.
I should have realized that the flat tire and guy stealing my spot was a bad omen. But I gambled anyway...and lost. But you know what, it was a hell of a night. After taking a beating at the poker table, I go out to the beach to meet up with my friends and they're talking to this homeless guy Christopher. Christopher was the man. He was totally full of shit...but he was pretty awesome. After over an hour of talking to Christopher, his act wore thin and we left the beach while Christopher decided to take a leak in the ocean.
So now it's about 4:00 a.m. We went to the Chelsea Pub. It's freaking awesome that bars can be open 24 hours in Atlantic City. And even though drinking at 4 in the morning probably isn't a good idea, it sounded great at the time. Gotta love it.
The ride home sucked. I had to do like 45 the entire time and about 50 old people passed me on the trip. Embarrassing to say the least.
Anyway, fuck the Cowboys. I can't wait to see what T.O. has to say about this performance.
First thing I wanted to ask was: who drives a fucking yellow Focus? Seriously. That's about the lamest car you could ever drive.
Second, the guy gets out and I'm like "Dude, I let you by me, I've got a flat tire, you're going to take that spot." He shrugs his shoulders, puts his hands up, and says in this raspy-ass voice: "I'm sorrrry." Like that makes anything better. Oh well. Merry Fucking Christmas to you, too, pal.
I should have realized that the flat tire and guy stealing my spot was a bad omen. But I gambled anyway...and lost. But you know what, it was a hell of a night. After taking a beating at the poker table, I go out to the beach to meet up with my friends and they're talking to this homeless guy Christopher. Christopher was the man. He was totally full of shit...but he was pretty awesome. After over an hour of talking to Christopher, his act wore thin and we left the beach while Christopher decided to take a leak in the ocean.
So now it's about 4:00 a.m. We went to the Chelsea Pub. It's freaking awesome that bars can be open 24 hours in Atlantic City. And even though drinking at 4 in the morning probably isn't a good idea, it sounded great at the time. Gotta love it.
The ride home sucked. I had to do like 45 the entire time and about 50 old people passed me on the trip. Embarrassing to say the least.
Anyway, fuck the Cowboys. I can't wait to see what T.O. has to say about this performance.
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