So, we're all kind of iffy about a guy and then he signs with an AFC rival and the rightwing, conspiracy-loving Whig Party of Patriots Nation lets out a cry filled with pain, regret, and mulled vitriol.
"Fire Bill Belichick!"
Seriously? Like JuJu Smith-Shuster wasn't Nelson Agholor 2.0.
Mock Drafts. Trade Rumors. Franchise Tags and Free Agency. Oh, my! Feints within feints within feints.
You think you know but you don't know because nobody knows.
"I haven't told you about this in our previous sessions but I've been having this recurring dream. Nightmare, really. I'm an EMT - which is totally weird given my issues with needles, and well, my, um, general queasiness in the area of bodily fluids, I guess you'd say - and I'm in an ambulance, sirens wailing, on our way to the hospital with a patient and, well, it's me, I mean, the patient, it looks like me, except… It isn't human." Peter Peregrin took a deep breath and waited for his therapist to comment.
It's GM Season in the NFL.
So many possible futures; so many questions to be answered. I don't think Bill Belichick needs my help but has a lack of institutional knowledge ever shut anyone up on the Internet?
"Arizona is one of the most zombie-friendly states in the nation," Linda said. "And you agreed to come with me here to the Dead or Alive Dude Ranch so stop your moaning. This is the first vacation we've had in, well, I really can't remember, and I won't let you spoil it."
