CANDYLAND SHOWDOWN!
The best part of playing is whipping some ass, motherfucker.

With another long year of rebuilding, retooling, and keeping in line with the salary cap, I hope I can come back and become a viable contender for the title of the 2005 Theta Chi Candyland Champion. Trifle not with the Candyland Gods, ye mortals, is the lesson that was imparted upon me, and it is a lesson that I will keep in mind with every day as I train for the opportunity to have a rematch. This time, it will be for more than the Candyland Championship of Theta Chi. It will be...personal.

I'm still trying to figure out how my biceps are bigger.  We measured like three times each.

Brian was understandably elated. It meant all his training had paid off: the long hours in the gym with Solomon and now me, all the prayers, the vitamins, the unwavering belief in the power of Hulk Hogan. Of course, he's still a Kings and Dolphins fan and those teams have done even worse than the Nets and Eagles, so he's still got some work to do.
I B'N RETARDED.

I was in shock. Twice? How could I have lost twice in a row when I was thiiiiisclose? Well, about as easily as the Eagles lost two straight NFC Championship games at home I suppose, and they made it look pretty easy. It makes it slightly easier to take if you poke fun at it, but no less disappointing if we don't get Darrell Jackson, Terrell Owens, or Larry Fitzgerald this year. But this upcoming year will not be a rebuilding year. It will be a reloading year. Mark my words.

These pictures make heartbreaking defeat easier to take too.

That's it. Get the fuck out.

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