FUCK YOU, YOU FILTHY LOADED MOTHER FUCKERS. HOW MUCH MORE CAN YOU POSSIBLY WANT? A 17-2 SUPER BOWL WINNING SEASON DOES NOT NEED TO BE IMPROVED UPON. HOW ABOUT YOU FUCKERS TRY AN EXERCISE IN COMPLACENCY. WHAT’S WRONG WITH 8-8? NOTHING’S WRONG WITH 8-8. EVERY OTHER TEAM IN THE LEAGUE HAS DONE IT BEFORE. WHY DON’T YOU GET OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE AND GIVE MEDIOCRITY A TEST RUN?!
HOW THE FUCK DOES A GUY WHO WEARS HOODIES MORE OFTEN THAN A PROUD HIGH SCHOOL GIRLFRIEND CONTINUE TO SWINDLE TEAMS AND SEDUCE HIGH-PROFILE CANDIDATES. I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL THAT FUCKING PIGSKIN RAINMAN RETIRES AND TAKES HIS CHARLIE BABBITT OF A QUARTERBACK WITH HIM.
YOU KNOW WHAT? I HOPE YOU FUCKERS GO 19-0. YOU COME BACK FROM 26 THIS TIME. “FOOTBALL EXPERTS” IN UNNECESSARY SUITS CALL TOM AND BILL THE UNDISPUTED GOATS.. YOU HAVE THE PARADE. PEOPLE THROW BEERS AT GRONK. GRONK THROWS PEOPLE AT BEERS. I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOT OF FUN. I WISH YOU A LOT OF SUCCESS. I HOPE YOU PEAK.
THEN I HOPE YOU FUCKING IMPLODE. IM TALKING BLOWING A 25 POINT LEAD IN THE SUPER BOWL LEVEL OF IMPLOSION. BILL RETIRES. BRADY RETIRES. GRONK RETIRES. NO, WAIT A SECOND, GRONK BECOMES ACTING HEAD COACH/GM/QUARTERBACK.
AND I HOPE YOUR FUCKING SHITTY STADIUM GETS BURIED IN SHAVING CREAM.