Look, I knew they were going to lose, I just didn’t think it would be in that way. Going out there and showing no heart, just letting that group of bozos step all over your pride like that. That’s why I’m telling you, this team will never win, not so long as those penny-pinching bastards are running the show. I don’t know where they found these players, but it all figures into my theory. You see they don’t want to win, not so long as we keep buying season tickets. Speaking of which I just got the invoice for next season. They got a lot of nerve asking me to buy tickets after that loss; I’m half thinking about canceling the check.

And did you see that officiating. That was disgusting. I mean I know these guys have been paid off by Vegas but seriously, there ought to be an investigation. I mean that one call cost us the game. Just goes to show that the league office still holds a grudge for that thing in 1968 which was bullshit anyway. Further more, those damn zebras need to see an optometrist and get reacquainted the rules, because that was incidental contact if I ever saw it and I heard that he’s not even going to lose the eye anyway. I mean come on; this is a man’s game, not tiddlywinks.

It’s just really enraging you know? I don’t know why god hates me so much as to have inflicted this bunch choke artists on me, but I seen Rocky II four times and I know how these things are supposed to end. Look, all I’m saying is that if you are going to get paid that much money to win games, well it seems to me that you ought to win the game. I get $7.25 an hour down at the Pump N’ Lube and you don’t see me pumping the gas two inches to the left of where it needs to go with time expiring. How about some professional pride guys.

I can’t help but think that if they cared about this game half as much as I do that they would have won. Instead, they’re just out there thinking about going golfing and maybe banging their hot girlfriend. All I’m saying is that if I going to be celibate all season, maybe these guys could take a night off. All that hanky panky makes your legs weak anyway. Besides two weeks ago I saw the star player getting out of limo in front of nightclub. Then the next day when I was waking up on a park bench I saw him again going into a museum. How are you supposed to stay focused on winning games if you’re out doing things that don’t directly contribute to winning?

I don’t know. Sometimes you just gotta let it all hang out. You know get a little aggressive and let that other team know what’s going on. Get you pants dirty you’re your hands bloody. That’s what I tell the peewee team that I coach and we been in contention for the title for the last three seasons. ‘Course we don’t keep score anymore and they give all the kids a trophy at the end of the season, but I know that those other kiddy teams know when they’ve played a game with us.

The game tonight? We’re going to kill ‘em.