lazy rant that ended up taking a while

I love skins. Always a favorite
I love panthers. never a favorite
I love Cleveland. always an underdog
I kove Cboys. always all american
I lkove KC. classic team with style
I love Patty burgers. Always my least favorite team ever
I love jets. a new favorite for many
I love bungles. A favorite since the days of Boomer.
I love seattle. I love the town.
I love MN. You suck MN. All mn sports teams. What the hell man. You give MN a bad name. I wish Prince would buy the vikes. But I heard he moved away. Maybe Mason Jennings should buy the team. Someone cool.
I love eggles. I’m a big fan of the green and whie teams.
I love ravens. Should be a WNBA team name.
I love colts. Not sure about the horse shoe as a logo, but I want to be a cowboy cheerleader.
I love chargers. If you asked me 5 years ago if I would ever go to San Diego, I would have probably said time will tell.. I’ve been there 5 times in the last five years for various reasons. I mean, it’s an alright town, but holy crap man, five times in five years. And I never once went to sea world.
I love broncks. A surprisingly dirty and low altitude town.
I love Green Bay. (here I will begin with a focus on the grenBay game and quickly trail off into a Vikings Season Ender Rant.) Now I’m not saying that the vikes suckathon is pushing me over the border to Pabst country, but the packs Sure do have passion. And I love teams that suck with passion. I wouldn’t care if the vikes sucked, as long as they had passion, but they are seriously a bunch of made-up names and faces like some sega genesis football game where they couldn’t afford the NFL rights, so they made up names and teams. I think we can all agree that Favre is pure poop, but at least we maybe feel for him and his not ever winning. I don’t even know who I would feel for, on the vikes.
Again, I’m not advocating any Packer Love here, but I just use this slot to point out that our beloved Vikes/Packs riverlry is lacking.

I think we should trade all of our third string players for two or four really good all star players. Any position that fails through there second strings, simply plays injured, or subs a cheerleader, or puts the coach in. (Childrish or Chillrash? Again I don’t even know his name.) I would love to see that guy get his face smashed into his play card, and his mustache ripped clean off, by the turf. He looks like a middle school basketball coach. Calling lame plays like “L.A.” or “Kentucky” and wearing zubas, and his son is on the team, and he wears jeans when he plays, but he’s kind of good, yet so awkward. And when he runs through the halls for a water break he pretends he’s at war and carries an invisible machine gun and grenades and ducks and rolls around until he gets to the drinking fountain.
Hey Vikings. Kakkakaka Ratatatata. KaaahBlooooooaaaaahhhmmm! I just through a grenade into your locker room.
(wow, did I just turn into that kid. I blame you , Vikes. For reverting my adulthood, into an awkward middleschoolhood. Grow up, and put some slacks on.)