Indianapolis, Jan. 13, 2008.
Hey, you! Row D, seat 9! Yeah, I’m talking to you, fat ass. . . put that finger up again and I’ll come up there and break it off and shove it up your fat yankee corn eatin’ ass, motherfucker! Is that your wife or your pet haaaaaawg?!?! GodDAMM she’s a fucking haaaaawg!! Suuuuuuueeey, pig! Get your fat yankee ass back in your Reliant K and go home and cry a river in your tractor back in your frozen, flat, yankee-ass soybean field. Your inbred, overrated punk-ass quarterback couldn’t win the big one at Tennessee, and he ain’t gonna win it here! Manning SUCKS!! Cutler SUCKS! That other Manning SUCKS!
I’m from ATHENS, ALAFUCKINGBAMA, motherfucker!! ALAFUCKINGBAMA, Motherfucker! Where we play REAL FOOTBALL!! ALAFUCKINGGODDAMBAMA!!!!!!
Your team SUCKS! Indianapolis sucks! The whole state of Illinois SUCKS! Fuck you, you cracker-ass inbred corncob-pipe smoking fat farmer boy! Fuck you!!!
Rivers. Dude. Cool it. Have a little class. You’re giving the fine San Diego quarterback legacy a bad name.
Twin sons of different mothers?
Except Ryan Leaf was a pussy and Rivers kicks ass!
When he can walk.
You’re wanting a guy on a team that celebrates gaining half a yard as if they’d just won the whole freakin’ Super Bowl to have class?!?!