I’m not talking about the Eagles today. Nope. Not gonna do it.
I’m not gonna talk about how bad every single facet of the team is. I’m not gonna talk about that.
I’m definitely not gonna talk about how yesterday I woke up thinking that, if we could just beat the Saints – or even put up a decent fight, it could spark a late season run to win the division. Nope.
You thought I was gonna talk about how we’re probably going to lose the division to either the Alex Smith-less Redskins, or the Dallas Cowboys who haven’t been able to get a consistent game plan together all season. Well guess what, I’m not gonna talk about that.
I’m not gonna talk about how the 48-7 loss was the biggest blowout a reigning Super Bowl Champion team has ever experienced the following season.
Carson Wentz got me 3 points in fantasy football yesterday, haha not talking about that.
I am for sure not going to talk about all the injuries that are leading to basically any random dude at the Planet Fitness in South Philly getting plucked to play cornerback.
So… what am I going to talk about?
JIMMAYYYYEEEE BUTLUHHHHHHHH!