Gambling Blues

Hey Vikings, thanks for not being able to hold onto the fuggin' ball with a minute and a half left to at least kick a damn field goal and cover the spread for me. You had 9.5 points to keep. You kept the distance at 10. One half of a point could have won me $25.00.

I hate you. You're dead to me now. Oh, and Brad Childress, shave off that uber ghey porn star moustache before I come down to Winter Park and burn that shit off of your face. You run a tight ship, sure, but as a coach, you are T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E. Give me Tice back.

Dammit, I've had more junk kicking this weekend than I can remember in a long time. Sportsbooking, poker (big time), roshambo, hell, even my fantasy football team is getting their asses handed to them to the tune of 79-26 (for now).

I'm feeling Waffles-like right now.

Yes, I'm that angry.

I guess I just need to remind myself of this.

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So, it's not a TOTAL loss...