Posted 18 November 2012 - 07:27 AM
Uh oh, Ass Pirates. It's 7am on game day. Can you hear that? That silence? It's like Raymond James Stadium on game day. The silence is defening. But you can hear the nervous thumping of Josh Freeman's heart. For in less that 4 hours he will be staring down the barrel at our Pocket Gremlin, Captain Munnerlyn. No he is not the captain of the ship or team or chess club. He is the captain of 4' tall Napoleon Syndrome super athletes everywhere. Kind of like my Panthers garden Gnome is the captain of my flower bed. Oh Joshua, you better eat all of your pregame meal son, cause you are gonna need every ounce of protein to fend off Pocket Gremlin. Doug Martin? Here's some fantasy advice; sit his ass. Captain will be nipping at his heels like a pissed off Pomeranian. I must wrap this up because I have to wipe my ass now. I will be at the tailgate in less than an hour. If I see any of you dumb ass Buc fans walking around with eye patches and leather thongs, I'm throwing rocks at you.