National Felony League

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They really shouldn't call it football anymore. They are more into the crime game each year. In fact, they should keep the stats during the off-season.

So far this week:

DWI for former Bill great Marshawn Lynch. This was his 3rd offense. He ran a girl down here in Buffalo. They shipped him out. No one told him that drunk-driving is also against the law in California.

But boy he can run.

Then there's Dez Bryant.

He beat up his mother.

Allegedly.

Said the bitch had it coming to her.

And yesterday I opened the paper to see Michael Vick talking about redemption.

You remember him, right?

He murdered dogs. Then said he didn't know such a thing was frowned upon.

The Eagles gave him 30 million.

He's a changed man.

Which is all just fine.

We love football, right?

The league...who's stadiums are taxpayer funded decided that the blackout rule was still basically fine. One of the people in management with the beloved Bills...who haven't sniffed the playoffs in 13 seasons...said that people who stay home and leech off the ones who go are not really fans.

Those are the same leeches who pay taxes for you to take the profits away from a dying community.

Anyway...

I'm just trying to piss off Pops...who loves football...how am I doing, buddy?

But it does gall me.

They should have a slogan:

THE NATIONAL FELONY LEAGUE! COME TO OUR GAMES!!

PAY A KING'S RANSOM!!! WE STILL SUCK!!!

MAYBE ONE OF OUR GUYS WILL RAPE YOU OR RUN YOU OVER AFTER THE GAME!!!!!

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deafjeff said…
I know you too well for your vitriol to get to me. From a guy who love MLB where they have guys from South America who chop up their slaves with Machetes, you really shouldn't pick on a real sport.
20 July, 2012
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