I live and die by Panthers' football. Preseason to Playoffs. fug what you say! EVERY GAME MEANS SOMETHING! Over the years I've lost a few girlfriends because of my passion for football. They don't understand how I can love a team, that's losing, so much. They don't understand why on Sunday's I don't answer the phone between the hours of 1 and 4, 3 and 7, or 8 and 11. They don't get why I start off every Sunday as excited as a black woman with a new big ass hat on her way to church, but then after a loss I'm quiet as a stripper at the sermon. (I'm black so that last statement wasn't racist) I love the Panthers, and after this win tonight, the anticipation of game one, and the huge erection I get from looking at Ted Ginn's stat line from tonight; my new girlfriend's going to be wondering why I'm fuging the poo out of her so passionately when she gets here in a few minutes.
The real bullets start flying next week boys and girls. See you then.
p.s. love or hate what I just said. it's still a better post than anything joe person has ever written
p.s.s. I'm drunk