I don’t even care anymore. Time to start looking at the draft.
UC Football deserves more pub than the Bungles.
I don’t even care anymore. Time to start looking at the draft.
UC Football deserves more pub than the Bungles.
I am going to say this again – FIRE BRATKOWSKI!
I would not be surprised if this is Marvin Lewis’ last year as head coach, either.
All I can say about that game is the Bengals and Browns are both horrible, and that it was extremely painful to watch. It was even more painful realizing I am a season ticket holder and still have to attend 6 more games.
This is gonna be short and straight to the point:
Overtime. The Bengals force the Giants to punt. So what does Bob Bratkowski do with the offense? Run for 0 yards, run for 1 yard, and an incomplete pass!!! Are you kidding me?
Time to fire Bratkowski.
I stopped paying attention the Reds a long time ago, but I still look at the scores and the box scores. They are playing pretty good baseball. Ever since they got rid of Adam Dunn and Junior they look like a better team.
I think getting rid of those salaries will mean a big splash in free agency this offseason. I am kind of excited to see what they do with Jocketty being the GM and some money to spend.
Another pitiful performance. The offense is pathetic right now. I am not too upset about the defense the first two games. They gave up 17 points in each game, shouldn’t the Bengals offense be able to score 21 points a game? Nope.
They aren’t using Chris Perry correctly – he is not a power runner. Give him screens and sweeps more often. Carson Palmer looks out of sync with TJ and Chad Ocho Cinco.
I will say I like both the play of Antwan Odom and Keith Rivers. Very solid players. But they still need a better defensive tackle.
I don’t see them winning many games this year. The Giants are going to embarrass the Bengals this weekend.
I love the website The Smoking Gun. There are some interesting people out there, to say the least. Every week they post their “Mug Shots of the Week”.
Here is a great article. Talk about your coney slap, mushroom tattoo, whatever you want to call it!!
What a pitiful display of football by the Cincinnati Bengals. Why, oh why, do I have season tickets?
They were manhandled by the Ravens. Both the offensive and defensive lines were physically overmatched.
Makes me sick. They can’t beat a rookie head coach with a rookie QB in their first NFL game. They got beat on 2 gadget plays, and couldn’t stop the Ravens running game the last 7 minutes of the game, and EVERYONE in the stadium and watching on TV knew the Ravens were going to run the ball!
Now I have to go watch them against the Titans next week. A friend of mine, who has been a long-time season ticket holder, has already sold his seats to 2 of the 8 home games, and he is trying to sell every game. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy going to the games. But it’s hard to have fun when they put that product on the field.
Who-dey? Dey Suck (at least this week they do).
Last night we had Indian food for dinner. Good for my tummy, bad for Jacinta’s nose. I ripped off a couple doozies last night, one of them while we were getting ready to go to sleep. It was pretty rancid, so Jacinta says, “Why can’t you control your farts?”
I responded, “That’s like asking Mozart to control his music, or Bob Ross to control his paintings!” She laughed, but then asked , “Who is Bob Ross?” Happy little fart….
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Plus, it was HER idea to get Indian food. I don’t think we’ll be eating that again for quite a while.
My wife keeps asking for a Nintendo Wii. I keep hearing it’s such a great workout. This would be my wife…
I’m just going to get this out of the way. I fart… a lot. You may think it’s gross, but I see it as my healthy body cleansing itself. Although most of the time, it IS at the expense of others.
On a recent vacation with my family to Cedar Point (which has amazing roller coasters if you’re into that), my niece nicknamed me “Mr. Toot”. So I am going to try to post funny stories about my farts every once in a while, and I think I have a good one to start this out.
It occurred at Cedar Point, oddly enough. My daughter and I got on a roller coaster, and sat in the 2nd seat from the back of the train. There were two girls (probably about 12 years old) sitting behind us in the back row. I had eaten a chicken philly sandwich for dinner, with lots of mayonnaise on it. In no time I was crop dusting (term for farting while moving and “dusting” the people behind me).
So we get on the coaster, and as we were ascending up the first hill, I tooted silently. A few seconds later, one of the girls behind me asks, “Hey mister, did you fart?”. I immediately said, “No. It was probably that guy up there.” (He had a mullet so he was an easy target). I even had my daughter fooled – it wasn’t until later that night when I told the story to my family that I claimed the fart.
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