last year in week three i walked out of the stadium hundreds of dollars poorer with a migraine and a long drive up I85 to get back home and read the meltdown on the huddle's very own chernobyl. this year in week three i bounced around with my buddies for four quarters laughing and yelling and drinking beer and helping my four-month-old sing "whooooaaa cam whoooaa" whenever we did something awesome on offense. then in solidarity with hispanic heritage month and ron's balls-out coaching job i took shots of tequila with said buddies, went to a cookout, and came home to spend the rest of the night laughing at the falcons and smiling at the meltdown on the giants board. it's a good goddamn day to be a panthers fan.
quit harshin my chill bro