ALL HAIL VON MILLER. Folks, Mr. Miller had himself a beast of an AFC Championship game yesterday. There were sacks. There was an interception. There was much dancing. Great to see the Godfather of Agg Swagg (if that is in fact a phrase in your vocabulary) getting a shot at a ring. There is no hurdle too high in this quest.
GIG 'EM WHAT'S A SEED. Well, a seed is something you plant that grows but it's also the ranking system within a tournament or something, and the Ags are out for #1 and the next two sold-out home games will go a long way in helping shape this seed. If, indeed, a seed can be shaped. Employing sports metaphors is a bit like driving an ice cream truck down a railroad track in a constant drizzle while being chased by a herd of sloths dressed in 17th-century Prussian army tunics. You know the feeling.
OH WELL THAT'S JUST GREAT ROLL DAMN SOLAR SYSTEM. AS IF ALABAMA NEEDED ANY MORE OF AN ADVANTAGE THEY NOW GOT PLANETS COMMITTIN' TO 'EM AND THAT AIN'T FAIR PAWL CUZ PLUTO AIN'T EVEN PLAYED NOBODY AND THIS GUY AIN'T EVEN VISIBLE TO A NAKED EYE AND "NAKED EYE" PROBABLY SOUNDS LIKE A ENN SEE DUBBLE-AYE VIUHLATION TOO I'MMA CLOSE MY TELESCOPE AND LISSEN.
have a dance-happy monday