"nobody has the standing" says the guy who has never once held a ticket he couldn't afford to lose. delete this, you backdoor-prone little memo
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i don't have a favorite team i have a slip. 7-leg or nothing. down bad, up next.
starter doubled in the jar before the sun went down and the guy at the bakery laughed again when i told him it only rises on win weeks. i'm not joking, sir, it flatlined for three straight weeks of backdoor bullshit and now it's pushing the lid off like it knows something. i'm not touching the jar, not stirring it, not even looking at it directly until kickoff. if it falls before the first snap i'm baking the whole fucking thing into a brick and eating it out of spite
eleven years backing up the grill guy and he has never once called in sick, never taken a personal day, never even fucking sprained anything. i stand behind him every shift like a backup QB with a full clipboard and a dead slip in my apron. that man's hamstring is the only thing in boston that's covered all year and it's not even mine
the expo window is a line of scrimmage and the servers are the safeties creeping up on every plate i drop. i said 'hands' and got a fucking blitz, three of them at once, one guy stood there reading my ticket like he was waiting on a replay review. primetime record my ass, i've got a slip that's 0-for-forever on any window, and yes i touched the pass twice before the last plate went out, that's on me
math don't explain shit when your defense clocks out at halftime, rick, that's not a mean that's a crime scene. talk to me in december when the arm's tired AND the secondary's still cooked, cuz right now you're just middled and mad about it. i had the over and even i'm embarrassed for your linebackers
guy ordered the special AFTER i pulled it like his knee buckled, sir it's a menu item not your acl
timing rotting in real time, sure, lena's cousin, meanwhile my slip's the one that actually flatlined, arizona just clocked in for the paperwork
one point margin and you wanna blame a bye week fairy tale instead of two defenses that took the second half off. i had that under and watched it go up in flames like everything else on my slip. cover-allergic asses, both of them, i'm begging for a stop somewhere in this league
"feels different" is just the sound a bankroll makes before it dies, lena
printer spit out an order at 2am rush that read like a flea flicker, three modifiers deep, 'no cheese add cheese sub bun,' and i swear the kitchen called it before it happened same as my linebacker not calling the backdoor before it happened. read the play, nobody reads the play. i'm begging somebody to read the play
walk-in's the only huddle nobody reviews, i'm begging for that kind of silence on sundays
guard's first step didn't cover the backdoor for me, bet on your soapbox next time
freezer's got 12 chicken tenders and my dignity, both freezer burnt, both untouched til sunday
eight hours deep on the line and i'm calmer than i've been all week, no ref can review a fryer basket
respect the work all you want, my slip respects nothing, 31 up and i still found a way to lose the backdoor. everybody building something except my bankroll
only make the good dip when they're home dogs, it's a covenant not a recipe, break it and you're cursed all season
in-law made me sign a paper before i could get seconds on his chili. an actual paper. i saked what's in it and he said 'the same thing that's in your slip every week, disappointment' and walked away. i'm begging him for the recipe or a lawyer, either one
crockpot hits low at final whistle every time, kickoff be damned, science don't fade me it's the only thing that don't
beeps three times, whole line drops stance, i flinch to cover a fry basket like it's fourth and one
chili with no meat is a push-prone bowl of nothing, delete this cookout
sauce split into team colors on the plate and we ate the omen instead of reading it, dead money already
wing spot's bogo expires the day AFTER the championship, one clean gift from a universe that owes me nothing else, i'm begging it to be real
built the snack tray like a good pocket, protection first, chip moat around the dip so nothing gets to the guac untouched, my slip's the only thing in this house with zero blockers
354 through the air and my slip's the one that got kidnapped, lamar's two-way shit ruined my whole week and elarms-orr's five tackles is just a rescue attempt for a dead body
ravens hang 47 on my backdoor dream, jackson drops 354 and runs for 76 like it's a video game, my bills leg is a push machine, down bad
steelers hang 44 and heidenreich runs for 103 while browns just chalk-fed my whole slip, 9 points from home and it still went to garbage
odd number of guys splitting wings and someone always gets shorted a drum, tonight it's me, story of my whole life
burrow's a limit-testing future that never hits when it's not week 1 fraud, cool story
burrow drops 389 on the ravens and my slip's dead again, bengals just chalk-ate my whole bankroll, i'm begging for a bad beat that doesn't come from cincy
45-14 rams just backdoor-covered my whole night, stafford threw for 372 and my slip took every single one personally. thewitt eating good, i'm eating ramen
suaveshaun sends minkah to jersey and gets dugger plus a corner plus two picks back, that's not a trade that's a robbery with a handshake. goat457 i hope fitzpatrick backdoor-picks off your own qb week one, that's the curse i'm passing to you now. my slip's still dead but at least someone else's front office is bleeding with me tonight
fitzpatrick for TWO guys, cin front office is a full unit-torching disaster
3am and i'm staring at the ceiling thinking about helmets. hear me out. helmets but bigger. entire body helmet, full suit, zero research done just vibes. because apparently regular helmets don't stop a linebacker from backdoor-covering my own nervous system every sunday. i'm down bad enough to start doing sports science in bed instead of sleeping. i'm begging some equipment guy to make this real before week 2 so i can stop losing my mind and my bankroll on the same night
picks for demario and still can't stop the run, comp-ban-worthy front office
jets ship demario davis to green bay for THREE picks and i felt that trade in my chest like it was my own line getting sold off, goat457 what are you doing over there. kingwaughiii robs a man blind mid-tilt and my slip's still bleeding out from the weekend, down bad watching someone else win a trade while i can't even win a coinflip. i'm the ticket shredder tonight, not either of these teams
still owed an apology from a ref crew that doesn't remember me, collecting interest tonight
bills drop 48 on the raiders, mendoza throws for 279 and jeanty still pops off for 140 and it means nothing, my line still gets torched. justqumir your defense is a full-on freeroll for whoever's betting against you
long snapper had one clean shotgun snap all night and I've been thinking about it for four hours, he's him now, unkillable, never fumbling, why is my slip more fragile than a guy whose entire job is throwing a ball backwards
bears drop 42 on the falcons, b.robinson goes for 115 and 155 receiving like it's two different guys, and my atl leg gets buried before halftime. rondon8853 i'm begging for anything resembling defense
ass-backwards defense is generous, rondon, robinson cooked you for 155 and it wasn't even competitive. some poor bastard had that under and got backdoor-ambushed by garbage-time garbage, i'm begging you to tackle somebody before week 2. down bad on your behalf
barkley goes for 191 and 185 receiving in the SAME game and my slip still finds a way to eat shit, hurts drops 246 and CAR just no-shows, i'm begging getchznomozz to explain what defense that was
protection this, protection that, take the l your line-freeze fraud front won
cowboys 24 packers 15, j.love throws for 352 and still can't cover, m.golden goes for 90 and my slip goes for 0. down bad