I’m watching football (it’s Sunday, it’s Fall…this is natural) and I’m watching my Cowboys, and I’m watching Roy Williams (whom I like as much as the other Roy Williams for much the same reasons…their first names their bad-assedness) make a one-handed catch for 30 yards down the field to ignite offense.
Then I watch Brad Johnson throw a HORRID 5-yard slant that gets picked off by the Giants and it’s 70 yards the other direction.
Fire him. Fire him now.
And now the commercial break is over and I feel better having registered my frustration on the Internet within moments.
UPDATE: Leeeroy Jenkins!!!! For the pick and the touchdown.
Oh, wait. His first name is Mike. That’s all right, I’m sticking with calling him LeeRoy. LeeRoy Jenkins.
UPDATE2: Interception 2. Fire him. Now. You had a good career. That probably should have ended 2 years ago.
UPDATE3: I got bored with the game. Watched this mash-up and felt better.
UPDATE4: Mike “LeeRoy” Jenkins just gave up a touchdown by, uh, *not* attacking. Mike, I know you’re a rookie, but when a running back is running straight toward you, TACKLE HIM!
35-14. Giants. Final.
Ugh. Tony, come on back now. Ya hear?