wild card

We're in legit danger of losing our playoff position.

 

I didn't realize we had already made the playoffs.

 

If that's what I said it would've been cute. But we're tied for the next position in the wild card at 9-4, and we got a few teams breathing down our necks.

 

Purrsy has concerns.

 

There's always someone breathing down your neck. It's competition. The Bull thrives on competition.

 

Yeah. I do.

I imagine you do too, when you're not being the redundant clown.

I'm terrified that the offensive line just can't keep holding up even as well as it has, and that unless our DL is playing like all world beaters, the secondary can't hold their own.

We scraped by a few times with that being the case...I guess I hadn't realized that Arizone was only a game behind us. That scares the shit out of me I guess.

 

The Bull fears nothing.


How can I make you feel better?

 

Bruce Arians is parked outside your place.

Lock your doors.

 

Quit playing emotional pinball for a few minutes.

Then, if you must, do some sociopathic "conference record/net points/tiebreaker protocol/upcoming schedule" analysis on teams personally breathing down your neck.

That process, seemingly foolish, will actually yield some relatively pleasant information as it relates to your new concern.

In med school, we had a term for men who fear, yet thrive upon, the sensation of hot coffee breath upon the neck.
















Cuckold.