So, I’ve had a few mental problems since watching Sunday’s game. I think I might even go back to school to get my education back, because my brains melted and ran down my left shoulder sometime during the 3rd quarter. Sometime during the 4th quarter I could have sworn I felt the presence of Chris Draft leaning over the back of my recliner whispering, “it’s not my fault.”
I’ve had about 3 protein shakes today, plus at least 10,000 mg of vitamin C, and a box of Twizzlers. Later tonight I am going to have an imaginary conversation with Dick Vermeil and suck on a lemon. Tomorrow I will write something intelligent.


September 15th, 2009
Mark Peterson
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