Wrecks Needs A Job

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My buddy Jeffy is happy!

The Bills fired their coach.

Rex Ryan is gone from our lives.

He came in beating on his chest, talking about the D being good, but not good enough.

He'd take it from Number 4 in the league to Number 1.

It was time to build a bully!

Playoffs?

"Get ready! We're going."

Back when we were kids if you shot off your mouth and did well someone would say:

"It's not bragging if you can back it up."

Well, it is bragging if you don't.

Rex got fired.

His bigger brother got fired with him.

Evidently he left town with nothing more to say.

But, don't worry about him. He got three years paid.

He'll show off shooting his mouth off again in a town near you.

You know, I don't even feel a little sorry for him, of course.

I thought he arrived just pedaling hope. I didn't think much of him before he coached his first game for Buffalo.

When he punted on 4th and 2 in a must-win game it was a fitting end...

...he spoke of being a bully....

...he went out like an absolute wimp.

After the game he spoke of his "record" as a defensive genius.

He had just finished a game where a runnning back, for the 3rd time, ran for more than 200 yards on his genius-level D.

And he's still bragging?

Bye-Rex.

Buffalo hardly knew you.

You happy, Jeffy?

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