The Atlanta Falcons won! We won, we didn’t lose, we won! In your face Jon Kitna! We are well on our way to a 5-11 season, baby! Progress, motherfuckers! We are on the highway to being average! And I’m gonna ride it all night long!
Yes, I know it was against the Detroit Lions and their defense is questionable at best but they racked up a lot of garbage passing yards and Atlanta had a touchdown called back for a hold so overall it was a great performance. Michael Turner had 221 rushing yards and Jerious Norwood looks to be an Eric Dickerson type change of pace from the Earl Campbell “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY” style of Turner. Once this line gels (This is the first game all five have played together, including the preseason I believe) this running game could be scary. It will let Matt Ryan work his way into learning the system with two capable receivers in Roddy White and Michael Jenkins (Who has been non-fucking-service for about three seasons) and even my personal fave Brian Finneran maybe being healthy enough to pitch in some over the middle Ed McCaffery type help for the young guy. Oh, and I have said it once and I will say it again: when John Abraham is healthy he may be the best defensive end in the fucking league. Three sacks and a rape of Jon Kitna is proof of that, especially since he was doubled the whole game. The thing is….he is never FUCKING HEALTHY. I have played in more Falcons games than he has the last two seasons. It was a great win for young Matt Ryan and if the team continues to play like this….there could be big things in the future for the Dirty Birds! However….they ARE the Atlanta Falcons and they are born to undo themselves. Fans know what I mean. Cautiously optimistic but let’s go, Falcons!
So it’s Nan Desu Kan in five days and if anyone is coming tell me now because it is going to be the fucking SHIT! It’s my fourth year which makes me a senior so I am going all out. Stay tuned for “Chef’s Sexy Dance Party” and “Chef’s Sexy Time Sing-Along” on Friday and Saturday respectively. Request are appreciated. But no fucking Guns ‘N’ Roses or the fucking Eagles. My laptop, and I hate the fucking Eagles! More details as they come. Until then, peace out peeps! And always remember….Chef:
Chachi Out.
