Good Christ on a shingle, it’s gonna be a long season.
Why the hell did I take this job? Even Bill couldn’t win in this shit hole of a town, and management expects me to make omelets out of all these broken eggs? Seriously, you smell that? That nasty sulfur smell? I thought it was just the river, but it’s the damn locker room.
Maybe they all have staph infections like Bentley. Right now, I wish I had a staph infection. At least then I could sneak out of here with some dignity.
Hell, as long as I get out. Just put me out of my misery now, man. Let me coach linebackers on a team that actually has some talent. Is that too much to ask? Some actual football talent?
Man, I should put YMCA boy out there by Week 3, just to see the looks on everyone’s faces when Lofa Tatupu shatters his shoulder. That line couldn’t protect a quarterback if it had guns, man…
I dunno. Maybe I’ll give Herm a call. Misery loves company, right?
