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January 11, 2007



This to me is like going down to a car dealership, going for a test drive and having the transmission conk out on you halfway through, but still negotiating with the dealer to buy the car.

Maybe the FO has seen Herbie hiding under that broken-down old Beetle.

Then again, maybe not.


That whole SoCal ticket thing is very lame.

It is a shame that Rodney will miss the game. We could certainly use him out there and you know it must kill him to miss facing his old team.

Also, I made a really good rhyme there!


what *really* concerns me are the reports starting to come out that Rodney is done for the season, that if the Patriots get past this game (which of all the possible match ups, scares me the most), they will be finishing out the playoffs with a big Rodney-sized hole on defense. where is that Bobby Wade? i'd like to unleash some of my frustrations on *his* knee.

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