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Inflamed Erupting
PUSTULES
Comparing Donovan McNabb's season long putrid performance to any particular play
last weekend is like having a doctor say to you that, "You're Festering
Inflamed Erupting Pustules are nothing to worry about. That fetid smell
emission is completely normal". Just like reading a Viking injury
report in years past, "We think he's going to be alright to ... we
had to amputate ... the bile deep within the bowels of the Viking Nation just
isn't toting the company line any more.
There is genuine fear dispersed throughout our sports beat ... observing the full-court-press
and the full implementation of "The Gag Order". Whether it is
seen or heard ... it's implied behavior is clearly blazing through the sky like
a fierce & imposing shooting star. The sports beat writer's creed of,
"I report only what I know", tells a glaring story. The silence
is deafening. Do you think your silence, or better said your dancing
around and skirting the issue is helping this team or hurting it? Will you
have changed your mind when this franchise is stolen from under our feet like a
thief in the night? Do you see Jacksonville or San Diego as that pearl
franchise or is this beleaguered regional franchise, with its rich & vast history, the
true proverbial
diamond in the rough? Haven't you ever heard of misdirection? Tell me
how many industries have left one state for another? In Pennsylvania
alone we've lost Caterpillar, Hershey & Harley Davidson and way too many
others to count. The states are at war & what you cannot see is part
of the illusion. The pay
off for such a coup is without measure. So go ahead ... bury your head in
the sand but do me a favor. Wipe those smiles off your faces. When I
see it in print, I'll know that you still have a soul & that you don't have
your heads buried in the sand.
Tell me. Exactly for what are you willing to fight?
What is worth your contempt? At what point will you peak behind the that
curtain to peer upon "The Grand & Powerful Oz"? Who will it
be that paints the actual face upon this franchise? Have you yet to run
out of white wash? Tell me! What is stirring within your soul?
So McNabb, you're tired of the boos. Well your in luck because these
Chicago fans plan to cheer for our conquering zero. For each toss in
the dirt or thrown away opportunity is one nail closer to sealing the fate of
this 2011 coffin.
Is Ponder ready? Is he ready to become that franchise quarterback?
Hardly! Here me ... IT'S NOT HIS TIME! Somehow the VIKING NATION
& its sport beat has bought into the premature anointing oils that have been
sprinkled upon Ponder ... as if this was something of substance. How is it
that you've been blinded by the same leadership team of the same franchise that
has shoved McNabb down our throats week after week. It is time to wake up
people.
My belief is that Joe Webb has that true Viking heart ... something that
transcends race, pettiness & overwhelming odds. There is a direct
correlation between Kurt Warner & this kid. Just because you have an
attention span of a gnat doesn't mean that it didn't show up on film. The
kid is a winner. Now Webb sits upon his punish chair ... waiting for an
opportunity that will never come ... because the demeanor of his youth will not
sell out to the highest bidder.
There was something about Kurt Warner
that transcended the game itself. His soul was not for sale ... an it
never will be. When I watched him play for the Barnstormers I thought to
myself ... this kid should be playing in the NFL. It showed up on film
immediately ... just as Joe Webb did. In the NFL Warner was supposed to be
this throw away cog ... the perpetual back up ... that is until Trent Green blew
out his knee during the pre-season. What followed was "The Greatest
Show on Turf". For Kurt Warner, there was never a choice in regard to
his soul ... and now this kick his foot in the dirt aw gosh athlete is on his
way to the NFL's Hall of Fame.
So regardless of whether your speaking of the crippling effects of McNabb or
some anointing oils splashed upon some kid that had never played a down in the
NFL, you better clearly understand that what you've been searching for all of
your lives is actually sitting there right in front of you on his punish chair.
You don't get to choose your champion ... you can only get the hell out of Joe
Webb's way. When you do, the entire universe of bile, contempt and despair
shall tip upon the pivot like a polar shift. Just like it did last
year. Oh yeah! The release of
that stadium and where you want it teeters upon the back of Joe Webb. The
house that Joe Webb built ... has a nice ring to it ... doesn't it?
The frothing dogs are at the door! Ding Dong!
The Viking Ghost
Writer
http://MyVikingBlood.org
Date: October 13, 2011
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