Life is meaningless and has no purpose.

I don’t know which was more painful, watching the Giants lose again to the Cowboys, or sitting in a sports bar in Saratoga as the Colts collapsed and Evil Little Bill and his Patriots won another one. Damn you, Belicheat! Damn you, Brady! Damn you, Stego!

I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that we’re headed toward a Cowboys – Patriots Superbowl. There’s no teams I loathe more. I’ll have no one to root for. Is there some way both of them can lose?

Unless the Cowboys choke, it looks as though a grisly death is in store for Patrick St. Denis. I think I’ll kill a couple of guys named Romo and Teo along with him.

(Sits down to sharpen his axe).

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