**** ***** Traded to the Jets

Since I have a blog I am obligated to post my opinion on the **** ***** saga. I'm not sure why, but at the last meeting they told me I had to and I am not one to piss off a bunch of whiny, greasy-haired wanna-be writers who rarely find themselves outside of their mother's sewing room where they have a corner to place their desktop PC's when she's not working on her quilts or dollhouse. I am apparently also a conformist, despite my insistence otherwise and I don't have ESPN, so I am unable to shout vulgarities at the End-around Reverse that Sean Payton just called for a five yard loss.

I am sad that **** ***** went to the Jets. I was really hoping that he'd end up in Atlanta, partly because I enjoy symmetry, but also because I would enjoy seeing his attention-whoring ass repeatedly body-slammed by NFL defenses. I figure that he stands as good of a chance as any with the lack of weapons in which to distribute the ball in ATL, not that he'd get much of an opportunity behind their patchwork offensive line. Tampa would have been nice as well. I would have enjoyed watching Gruden destroy what little respect he has in the locker room by benching the team favorite for **** *****, just before **** ***** wrecks Gruden's offense. Most of all, I am sad because now Peter King won't keep us updated about Mary Beth King's comings and goings in favor of what will surely become hourly updates of the status **** *****'s scrotum and how hairless and smooth it is (NTTAWWT).

I of course kid. Peter King is a class guy, just like **** fucking *****. I understand he even owns season tickets for Saints games.

Unless of course he did not renew.

Then fuck him...

and **** *****, too...