The Packers absolutely destroyed the Atlanta Falcons last night 48-21. The Bears beat the just-happy-to-be-here Seahawks today 35-24. As Scooby Doo would say, "Ruh Rooh." I heard that the last time they met in the playoffs was like 1940 or some shit, and if I hear one pundit bring that up as a possible factor to the game I might never watch pre-game shows again.
Exhibit B of why I might never watch another pre-game show. Emmitt Smith.
Anyways, I'm more excited than a Chicago Bears fan about to "pounce" on a 250 lb. fat chick. I'm going to talk so much shit to all of my friends they may hate me for a while. Hopefully we can all get together to watch it. If they lose though, I will instantly pout the shit out of everything, probably throw a huge fit, and crumble to the ground with a broken heart. And then I will become the biggest fan of the AFC Champion because I am the sorest loser on earth. But that scenario is a bigger "if" than Jay Cutler's cavernous, weepy mangina. Boom.
The Packers are playing lights out right now and the Bears just beat a 7-9 playoff team. Handily, for sure, but still, 7-9. I any case it's going to be a great game. Oh, I almost forgot. There may be a puppy bowl between Saxon and my friend Al's micro black lab, Butters, to predict the winner. Saxon will be going on a steady diet of cow blood, bear meat, unicorn tears, and lots of hugs and kisses in preparation. He's going to bring his pl-A-y game to this thing. Cannot wait.
Song of the Day:
"The Green Bay Packer never lost a football game. They just ran out of time." -Vince Lombardi
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