The Giants let another one slip between their fingers, to the hated Cheeseheads, no less, despite giving them quite the scare for perhaps the first time this season. Moral victories, however, count for scheissola in this part of the season.
That said, at least the Crackboys also lost — inexplicably — to the Arizona Cardinals, who I believe are working with a tenth string QB out of Mail-it-In State. We play them next week and then again two weeks after that and if we can’t beat those sad sacks, well — it’s time for head coach Tom Coughlin and his trusty offensive coordinator Captain Kangaroo Gilbride, to pack their bags and just GO.
But I don’t want to hear a damn word from any of ye’s (sic) about the Giants’ recent four game collapse. I especially don’t want to hear about how great the Pack, or that long haired narcissist Clay Matthews are. What the hell is wrong with this guy anyway? He’s like a woman with that shit. Why is it so damn greasy the whole game? Does he throw a bunch of conditioner in there so it’s nice and greezy (sic), so no one can grab him by it?
Just get a haircut, Laughing Boy.
Right now the dollar is struggling to re-assert itself despite it’s being leveraged against every shit currency in the free world. Despite all that, currency traders are wising up and beginning to bid the “savings plays” up again, chief among them the yen. So, even as the dipshits at S&P do the Fed’s bidding by trying to scare the German’s pants brown, the dollar still struggles to even achieve today’s earlier highs.
You won’t see me running about, flibberty-gibbet style, sorry. I just don’t have the time for it. I’ll stay in the gold and silver plays I limned for you last week, thanks very much. I still own some GSVC as well, btw, and even some WNR (the calls I wrote against them twice have all expired, too).
I really hate to say “I’m with Teahouse,” but at least it’s not like I’m sitting on the fans’ side at Foxboro or going door to door for Ketchup Usurper John Kerry, right?
My best to you all.