There simply are no words to describe the Cardinals loss on Sunday. I will say one thing: If you have a suicidal friend, don’t bring him to a Cardinals game, because he will want to end it all by the end of the game. Or maybe after watching this typical debacle, he will realize his life doesn’t suck so bad after all. The only positive thing about Sunday is I gave my housekeeping-phobic wife a choice between going to the Cardinals game and staying home to clean. Thanks to the sad sorry freak show that is frequently a Cardinals Sunday, she chose to stay at home and now I have a clean house.
There must be some sort of metamorphosis that happens to all Cardinals coaching staff the minute the Bidwills hire them, which causes them to lose their minds and all common sense. Whisenhunt must be the only coach in NFL history to not be able to get his kicker on the field for a chip shot before the play clock runs out. I realize he is a new head coach, but in the NFL you must be on top of every play. These are athletically gifted young players who have never won anything in the NFL, and if they don’t perform you have to get someone who will. (Is that “Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Hey, Good-bye” I hear playing every time the I hear the name Neil ‘13 for 20' Rackers?)
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There's bad losses then there's bad losses, that was the latter. Problem is with bringing a suicidal friend is after that game we all were, we could have at least had something to talk about on the ride home.
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