The New York Giants can still Kiss my ass. I am just a little bit more mellow about it this morning. It probably has nothing to do with nearly getting run over by the Patriots motorcade at 8:55 am at Greenway and the 51. Or the fact that the cops not only gave them an escort, they blocked off the highway north of Greenway. They told me to go, instead of taking a picture. Whatever you say, John Law.
Let’s think about this:
- clear highway
- cops busy kissing the pampered asses of hungover millionaire athletes.
- They’re all BEHIND me.
What to do? Hmm