Good tidings everyone and welcome, once again, to this quickly/drunkenly-typed post of one handsome man’s observations of Sunday Night Football, which is tacitly accepted as the premiere time-slot. This series of 17 (likely) posts will be much like last year. Except we’re going to do a little format change, cause that’s how I roll. First section will be the score and a quick summary of the game. Quick, just the way your mother likes it. The second section will be my DRUNKEN BULLET POINTS. All caps, why? BECAUSE THAT’S WHY. Which totally answers your question. And then next, the world famous Razzball player blurb thing-a-ma-jigs. And then a wonderful concluding thought. Because I know you care of such things. So let’s see how this goes with an already indiscriminate amount of bourbon in my system.

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Howdy folks. Its jaywrong and I’m feeling jayright. Why? Who knows? Could it be all the turkey slaughter that happened in my bowels? I’d bet so my readership. I’d bet so. DISCOUNT DOUBLE CHECK! Anyhow, let’s get right down to the business, because I’m going to have the ‘itis until Christmas. GB – 10, NYG […]

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