It will be just like the old days when the Patriots hand us our a.ss on Sunday, and they won’t even need Brady, Gronk, Edelman, and Belichick for that to happen.
While Kraft was busy assembling a new era of all stars and leadership, we were busy “not giving up” on our loser as.s head coach and paying old defensive players major contracts for what they did yester-year. What’s new and exciting in our building is that we reunited an old fat coach with his shell-of-his-former-self QB. Hooray! They were only able to get it done once in their prime (and that was against us) but hey, let’s bring them back for the purpose of some nostalgia. I mean, especially given that McCrappy”s fat a.ss used to eat pizza in the Burgh as a kid.
A huge F U to Rooney’s incompetent a.ss for running this once elite franchise into the ground. And Omar, you suck at life and need to go back to counting beans. McCrappy looks like he belongs on the front of a can of Spaghetti-O’s.
Given that we barely got it done against the sh*t Falcons, I can confidently say that the final score of this week’s game will look something like this
Pats 33, Steelers 10
