December of the Manningface

I'm pretty late on this, because I had to watch the game a few more times to remember what the hell happened. I drank so much with a low tolerance that I had it coming out of both ends the night of the Super Bowl.

ANYWHAT, sorry fez, but fuck the Broncos. maybe not even the Broncos, but fuck Peyton Manning. I hate the Manning family, so seeing the Seahawks play the best game in the history of their team against him in the Super Bowl was priceless. if i was paralyzed from the ears down tomorrow, and couldnt move, or speak for the rest of my life, I could at least know that:
1. The Seahawks finally won a championship
2. it was at the expense of a Manning.

Sure it wasnt Eli, who i despise more than Dice hates midgets, but it was well past good enough.

Game Review time.
fuckface the denver center snaps the ball past manning before he even tells him to prepare to start the play, Safety. perfect beginning. the look on his face as he sees the first spoke break off the wagon was tremendous, but he pulled it together in time for...

Interception to Kam Chancellor. what a throw. If brett favre had never been coached as a QB, and high on shrooms trying to fight off 15 boner sporting gays coming for his mississippi bunghole, while throwing a deflated football into 7 dead hooker filled car trunks at the same time, it would look like that throw by Peyton.

these plus another 2 seattle drives only added up to a 15-0 lead, more than a manageable comeback for the most potent (unchallenged) offense in NFL history.

Instead, the broncos O-line had a meltdown before halftime and gave Michael Bennett a freeway to get to peyton during a pass rush. whoever that fucking lineman was might as well have handed Bennett a warm towel and a bag of peanuts, because he had a first class ticket to Fivehead's pocket. the arm gets smashed, ball goes up. Knowshon Moreno stands there contemplating his next paycheck while Malcolm Smith wipes him off the map to grab the ball. no contest on the way to the TD. 22-0 at halftime.

I'm sure the Broncos locker room had some inspirational shit going on during the mocha kid-n-play show on the field, and got them all fired up to come kick some hawk ass. they probably had erections the size of godzilla's fingers coming back on the sideline. then Percy Harvin brought out his desert eagle point five-oh, and sent cockface peyton and his little balls to a place where nightmares are real, and there was still 30 minutes of game time before he could wake up and commit suicide. 29-0

denver finally scored after another turnover made it 36-0, and to cap it off, Angry Doug Baldwin released his "Fuck You" to the media by catching a touchdown. 43-8.

Goodnight, and may all the mannings receive their daily fist fucking from all of Ganesh's arms.