We’re Still Talking About The Dallas Cowboys Right?

I feel like Hillary Clinton right now. Because no matter how many different vaginas the Giants slide a cigar into, I’m standing by them no matter what. Through thick and thin. Good times and bad. So they can fuck all the fat interns they want, bottom line is that in the NFL, the best teams in the beginning of December are rarely the teams still standing at the end of January. And thats about all I have to hold onto at this point. And because even with Bradshaw questionable, the entire offensive line banged up, the season-long disappearance of Osi and Tuck, Eli’s foot problems, whothefuckknowswhat with Jacobs, the secondary’s weekly toasting, Pierce’s season-ending injury, and Bill Sheridan’s last few weeks as an employee of the New York Giants, there is not a bizarro world fucked up enough where I would ever pick the Cowboys over the Giants. Because I hate the fucking Cowboys and I never want to see that redneck dickhead Jerry Jones win anything.   Hey Jerry close your fucking roof.   God is not watching your team and if he is he fucking hates your guts.   Seriously choking every December without fail and going 13 years without winning a playoff game?  Maybe hit church a little harder you moron?

I could have triplet sons who were tri-captains in Dallas and I would still never, in a million billion years, ever say that Big Blue would lose to the Cowboys. Sure they’ve won before, and it will happen again, but if you think I am going to sit here and tell you that Dallas is going to win this game and that the Giants season is over, you are out of your fucking mind. Call me a homer or biased or whatever else, but I am a goddamn New York Giants fan and I HAVE to believe that the turnaround starts this week. The Giants have prided themselves on playing through adversity and rising to the occasion over the past few years, and if there was any time to fight with their backs against the wall, this Sunday will sure as shit be it.