Ok so, you may recall the other day that I wrote the following about Eli Manning:
"Tonight, he made his own legend. He has earned the praise that will come forth from this world championship. I am sorry, Eli. I was wrong about you."
Yeah, well, then this happened. Now, this all could be written up to a just and loving God telling me to repent for my sins before my life (*gulp* and/or afterlife) is made really miserable.
"Tonight, he made his own legend. He has earned the praise that will come forth from this world championship. I am sorry, Eli. I was wrong about you."
Yeah, well, then this happened. Now, this all could be written up to a just and loving God telling me to repent for my sins before my life (*gulp* and/or afterlife) is made really miserable.
A mere four days ago, we began our existence in a world where Eli Manning (the same Eli Manning) wins Super Bowl MVP and leads an improbable game-winning drive against the only 18-0 team in NFL history.
Turns out that the rabbit hole goes even deeper.
I suffered through Eli out-playing my hero and beating the Packers at Lambeau, in the NFC Championship Game, at a wind chill factor of negative 24 degrees after I called him out in this space for being a mediocre football player. And now, in addition to residing a mere 15 New Jersey blocks from him, I may have live in the same motherfucking city as a street named after Elisha Nelson Manning.
This is the worst crow I've had to eat and my the toes of my right foot are scraping the back of my throat. Gross, I fucking hate feet, particularly my own.
The vision of my right eye is blurred, time and words are beginning to lose their meaning, I am lost even though I know exactly where I am, and I am seriously considering the bodhisattva path.
I vow to liberate all beings without number.
I vow to uproot endless blind passions.
I vow to penetrate dharma gates beyond measure.
I vow to attain the way of the Buddha.
*gentle sobbing*
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sorry bud, the sadness is palpable. i even gagged a little when i saw that headline. gross. nice reference by the way.
I think it's official... this is the fastest someone has gone from universally hated and marginalized for his performance and behavior to "street worthy". What was that, like seven weeks? Christ, I would move off that street in principle, even if I had to break my lease and drop my credit score to do so.
He had a phenomenal run.
Let's see if he can do it again before we start sucking toes...
yeah, that's right, i suck toes.
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