Disaster, thy name is Culpepper

I can’t take it anymore.

I need to stop this; I’m so depressed I can barely function.

Maybe I shouldn’t watch football anymore.

To my horror of horrors I actually thought to myself at one point during yesterday’s debacle that maybe Lame Duck Harrington should come into the game. The only QB I hate more than him is Vick, so how did it come to this?

Culpepper clearly needs a bigger star on the team, he can’t handle the pressure, usually he cracks in the 4^th Quarter, but against the Bills, the heat is raised from the opening kick-off and clearly he can’t handle it.

And now we’re 0-2 for the second time since joining the NFL. I just want to crawl up in a ball and hope the bad men go away.

This weekend should have been fun; we even had a kicker getting the business with no flags thrown. There were beat downs and upsets, let downs and come backs, but I can’t think of that right now, because the Pats are 2-0 despite playing poorly.

Sweet mother of mercy, somebody kill me.