My bedtime prayar even tho i dont pray at all, (i have to go to school tomorrow then to work till 9 so im bookd for the rest of the day tomorrow)
Dear god that i really hope doesnt exist because if he does he really enjoys ripping my heart out and throwing it to a pack of ravenous wolves. Please let me win the mega millions lottery of 100+ million so I can buy the Dolphins, and admitt that I dont know d**k about football. I know teh rules, I know how to play, I know that my favorite team is not doing as well as I expected this year. But I DONT know football as a bussiness. I would hire someone who knows what the hell htey are doing to make all the decisions for me, they would buy a competant coach and that person along with the GM, be it Rick, or be it another person would hand pick a delicious bunch of people as a coaching staff. We would keep our D, but we would send them to a nice SEALS bootcamp. they would learn discipline and htey would learn not to choke at the end, the offence except chambers, mcmike, and boston, will be cut (remember, I dont know anything about football so dont cry capspace to me). I will then rebuild my offence and send them to SEALS camp. They will never again be penalised for idiotic things. I will build the greatest franchise in the entire world because i was the only person smart enough to admitt htat I am rich and know nothing about football. I will also be the only person in the world that thought about sending an undiciplined bunch of people to the greatest dicipline training in the world. The United States Navy SEALS and the United States Army Rangers. You people go through hell to risk your life. Our undiciplined men on the Miami Dolphins go through a soft Dave Wansted mini camp, and a nice hopscotch training camp so they can lose, adn committ stupid penalty after stupid penalty untill they embarrass their families, their franchise, their fans, and hopefully themselves.
Amen