makemlaugh2003
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...but I find it necessary to enlighten armchair quarterbackers and would-be gamblers alike with what I know for a fact will be how the rest of this season's NFL playoffs unfold. Granted, I don't have a crystal ball or nothin', but I DO have an old tattered throw pillow kinda shaped almost like an oval, and I peered into THAT to predict the throwdowns amongs the NFL's Final Four (that, and I found, like, eighteen cents in loose change in one of the tears in the fabric). Anyhow, so you can say you saw it here first, here goes:
AFC Championship: Ravens quarterback Joe Flacco starts to generally annoy everyone with his whole, "Man, is this a great country or what? It's so great to be here! And it's really just another game" persona and doesn't play all that well, but Steelers signal-caller Ben Roethlisberger channels his inner Brett Favre and plays even worse in a game that ends up being far more lackluster than any expected. The Ravens defense says "nevermore" and the team advances to its second Super Bowl with a semi-convincing 14-11 win.
NFC Championship: Kurt Warner's desert version of the Greatest Show on Turf (The Greatest Hands in the Sand?) continues to baffle prognosticators by even having made it this far, and Eagles QB Donovan McNabb ignores the hype to brush up on those pesky overtime rules. But the Cardinals can't POSSIBLY win AGAIN and advance to their first ever Big Enchilada? Can they? CAN they? No, they can't. Philly helps reality rear its ugly head in a 35-10 beatdown.
Super Bowl 43, whatever the Hell that is in Roman numerals: Ah, the grand-high poobah of Pro Sports, the biggest Let's Overpay Guys to Play With a Ball holiday in the universe, and we get the blue-collar matchup a lifetime: Ron White versus Larry the Cabl...no, sorry, the Ravens versus the Eagles. In a long line of recent folks that "finally won the Big One," (Peyton Manning, Marvin Harrison, Jerome Bettis and Michael Strahan come to mind) this year's will be Donovan McNabb and Brian Westbrook in a contest where Joe Flacco spends the entire pre-game ceremonies saying "OMG, we're really here! We're really, REALLY here!" and pretty much the entire game saying "AHHHH! Get 'em off me!" with the Eagles defense making like an eleven-man crew of Alfred Hitchcock-style birds. In a game that truly IS for the boids, the Ravens lay a big ol' egg, and the Eagles get their first Supe ever, 26-10, with the MVP (hey, why should anything in this year's playoffs START making sense at this point?) being none other than David (yes, I REALIZE he's the kicker) Akers booting four field goals in four tries, including two from beyond fifty yards, saving Philly's offense during the times when it seems like fourteen Ray Lewises are blitzing on each down and twenty-seven Ed Reeds are in coverage. Oh, and I look for the best commercial in this year's game to be done by Coke. They're due.
Place your bets now and thank me later! :ayyy:
AFC Championship: Ravens quarterback Joe Flacco starts to generally annoy everyone with his whole, "Man, is this a great country or what? It's so great to be here! And it's really just another game" persona and doesn't play all that well, but Steelers signal-caller Ben Roethlisberger channels his inner Brett Favre and plays even worse in a game that ends up being far more lackluster than any expected. The Ravens defense says "nevermore" and the team advances to its second Super Bowl with a semi-convincing 14-11 win.
NFC Championship: Kurt Warner's desert version of the Greatest Show on Turf (The Greatest Hands in the Sand?) continues to baffle prognosticators by even having made it this far, and Eagles QB Donovan McNabb ignores the hype to brush up on those pesky overtime rules. But the Cardinals can't POSSIBLY win AGAIN and advance to their first ever Big Enchilada? Can they? CAN they? No, they can't. Philly helps reality rear its ugly head in a 35-10 beatdown.
Super Bowl 43, whatever the Hell that is in Roman numerals: Ah, the grand-high poobah of Pro Sports, the biggest Let's Overpay Guys to Play With a Ball holiday in the universe, and we get the blue-collar matchup a lifetime: Ron White versus Larry the Cabl...no, sorry, the Ravens versus the Eagles. In a long line of recent folks that "finally won the Big One," (Peyton Manning, Marvin Harrison, Jerome Bettis and Michael Strahan come to mind) this year's will be Donovan McNabb and Brian Westbrook in a contest where Joe Flacco spends the entire pre-game ceremonies saying "OMG, we're really here! We're really, REALLY here!" and pretty much the entire game saying "AHHHH! Get 'em off me!" with the Eagles defense making like an eleven-man crew of Alfred Hitchcock-style birds. In a game that truly IS for the boids, the Ravens lay a big ol' egg, and the Eagles get their first Supe ever, 26-10, with the MVP (hey, why should anything in this year's playoffs START making sense at this point?) being none other than David (yes, I REALIZE he's the kicker) Akers booting four field goals in four tries, including two from beyond fifty yards, saving Philly's offense during the times when it seems like fourteen Ray Lewises are blitzing on each down and twenty-seven Ed Reeds are in coverage. Oh, and I look for the best commercial in this year's game to be done by Coke. They're due.
Place your bets now and thank me later! :ayyy: