Sit down. Shut up. Don't make a sound. Don't even think of moving. Don't point. Don't anybody fucking blink! Oh, and five gentlemen. Oh, and fucking five. Oh, my fucking fuck. You fucking fucks. What do you want me to do? You want me to break down the game? I can do that. I can go through this whole fucking fuck fuck of the son of a bitch shit. Fess of the game if you want, but no matter what I say, no matter what I do, we lost again gentlemen. And my own five. You want me to say you tried hard? Okay, you tried hard. You want me to say we had a chance? Okay, we had a chance. What do you want me to say? Let the media and the fans rip you guys in the way I saw. Because you all deserve it in the way I saw it. You know what? Because your assholes stink like shit right now. And your balls smell too. Eli. I got nothing on you. I got nothing. I'm drained. I'm emotionally drained. You get sacked and you call for the fumble. You still have a chance to do something at the end and you throw an interception. I... Offensive line. I don't know. I don't know. At one point at the beginning of the season, I thought I knew. But now... I just don't know. I don't know anymore. I don't know. I thought I knew. I just... I don't know. One minute. You're one blocking like the four horsemen and the next minute. You're like giant infants getting spanked by a babysitter and holding penalties and missing chip blocks and just blowing assignments. Although... Beck Ham. Keep fucking doing your shit stain and zone antics and we haven't even owned a game. I'm so sick and tired of your crap. Grow the fuck up you fucking asshole. You're an asshole. Yeah. You at least know you're a fucking asshole. Mac and cheese. Macadoodle do. You. You. Off the jettel and hide of playcalling. One minute. We were pounding ground game. The next were a big play passing machine. The next minute were a dink and dunk West Coast crotch attack. Hey listen. You want the good news? Well, my mother-in-law bet the fucking over at my bookie.ag put in a promo called VIC. She is four and oh! My wife was nine and two. My fucking family is 13 and two betting so far this year. That's the good news. My bookie.ag is the good news. Okay. Okay. So we go 11 and 0 and we make the playoffs. We go 10 and 1 and we still probably make the playoffs. Hell. We go 9 and 2 and we still have a good shot so we can lose one maybe two more games this year. Does that make you short-stained panties happy? We still have something to fight for. Go shower. Go watch the stench off this game off of you. And you stare at your lock as you fuck then go eat and go sleep. Take the fucking day off tomorrow. Go see the trainers. Go see your movie. Go see your shrink. Go get laid. Just fucking go. I need to get to my office and think I need to understand why we're all in five. Go ahead. Get the fuck outta here. Get outta my fucking sight. I want to love you guys but you fucking guys you make it hard for me and the fans to love you. So you know what gentlemen? Let's just say good day gentlemen. I'll see you Tuesday. Bye.