Hi. We’re still out here.
I wanted to complete my NFL Owners Tier List before the start of this 2023 regular season. I also want to hold down my job, make sure my son learns how to eat non-his-mom’s-breast-based foods, and fit in some book learnin’ here and there as I begin my graduate studies. So Jim Irsay can wait, as cool as it would have been to ride this current wave of asshattery by the Colts don. Fortunately, they’re not, like, ocean waves. They’re wave pool waves that are set to a timer, and Jim, like many of his owner cabal, already has his next foot-in-mouth wave on the docket.
Also, I mentioned that Steve Bisciotti is the NFL owner who looks most like a professional wrestler in the last installment, and I want to take this moment to apologize for my Jim Irsay erasure in that ignorant comment. I will do better. When that former powerlifter with a face boiled by HGH speaks, I will sit my white ass down and listen.
Anyways, I inexpicably picked up a few subscribers in my unannounced hiatus. Congrats to those few, you get to join the exclusive membership that is volunteering to field my opinions, without getting pinged by me a thousand times in your Gmail. With this exception, that won’t change much over the next little stretch of time.
I could probably post more, but I don’t feel like it’ll be at the quality I want it while I’m juggling everything else. This isn’t goodbye, but it is a ‘hope you weren’t expecting much’! I love what I’ve done here so far, and don’t want it to just peter out, and since you’ve invited me into your personal device I felt compelled to give you some context on all the nothing going on. See you soon, and let’s enjoy some god damn football, gang.
Also, bet the house on Jahmyr Gibbs OROY and don’t tell your wife (NOT GAMBLING ADVICE)
- Anthony