You’re the instigator, the orator of the town. You’re the worst when you converse, just a big mouth clown. You talk when you’re awake, I heard you talk when you sleep. Has anyone ever told you, that talk is cheap? -Run DMC
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! Add another guy to the guys I hate list. Add Rex Ryan. I want him dead! I want his family dead! I want his house burned to the ground! I wanna go there in the middle of the night and I wanna piss on ashes!
Rex Ryan is at it again. Flapping his big yapper. Yapping his big flapper. When will they ever learn? Remember when Anthony Smith guaranteed a win? Huh? Do ya? After Anthony Smith opened his mouth, the Patriots made a statement of their own. Remember what happened to him? He got embarrassed. He got lit up. Victimized early and often. That’s what. Nobody circles the wagons like the New England Patriots. Not the Buffalo Bills. Not nobody.
The Patriots circled the wagons back in Super Bowl XXXIX. Back in Super Bowl XXXIX when loudmouth receiver Freddie Mitchell opened his big pie hole. Mitchell, a starter only because All-Pro T.O. was hurt, said he just knew the numbers, not the names, of New England’s cornerbacks. He did say he knew #37. Said he had something for #37. All he had for #37 was one catch for eleven yards, and that came with 2:44 left in the game. As for #37, he had the last laugh. He picked off Donovan McNabb’s pass intended for tight end L.J. Smith with nine seconds to play to nail down New England’s 24-21 victory over Philadelphia in Super Bowl XXXIX. Hoorah!
Then there was this:
Which led to this:
The Chargers had to know that you can’t have a signature dance or prop and not expect it to get used against you if things go bad. The Honky Tonk Man knew there was always a chance that somebody would take his guitar and smash it over his head. The Patriots took Shawn Merriman’s guitar and smashed it over his head. The Chargers have been crying ever since.
Now it’s Rex Ryan’s turn. This is what the Patriots are going to do to Ryan and his Jets:
Peace out Rex. Six Two and Even!