Pain Pills
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by Proseballer
I separated my shoulder yesterday. I felt like I needed something to distract me from the Mets historic tankage in September. I left for work with the Mets down 8-1 and prayed that somehow a lightning storm or a hurricane would tear through Flushing and destroy all record of the game causing it to have to be replayed. Maybe Pedro could start again, and maybe we could win. But then...well, we would just lose in the playoffs and still be thought of as the worst best team in history. So I pulled my shoulder out of socket and now have to worry about that. It also has taken my mind away from the Rams playing for the first pick in the draft next year. At one point during the game against the Cowboys yesterday the announcer said, "Maybe it's time to give Gus Frerotte a look." Man. I almost kicked my shin against the cement steps. Has it really gotten that bad that we are hoping Gus will be able to turn it around? Bulger has broken ribs and no offensive line, and rookie Brian Leonard is starting at RB. I guess it has gotten that dire in St. Louis. But again, it's okay, because I might have to go to the doctor for my partially separated shoulder. How did it happen, you ask? I was taking off a long sleeve shirt and pop! Slipped right out like Oden's crappy little knee cap when he got up from the couch... This has been quite a weekend. The only thing that will save it for me is if TJ Whosyourdaddy goes for 55 fantasy points tonight against the All-Madden's, I mean the Patriots.
