Big Blue Huddle

So far, it looks like the pessimists lead the optimists 7 - 2.  Sorry for the labels, Rich.  But, there you have it.

I see 23 new roster faces, an inept offensive line, a new system for a QB in decline and overall questionable running back speed especially with the loss of Wilson.
Anywhere between 6-10 and 8-8 is my thinking unless the defense is absolutely lights out.
Then 9-7 is my best guess.
Unfortunately my glass is not full nor do I look through rose colored ones.

Although not on Ceri's list, I still want the Penn State brainiac on day three. Someone will be very happy with him. Especially if he is also a swing center per Greg Gabriel's scouting report.
John Urschel

A man received the following text from his neighbor:


I am so sorry Bob. I've been riddled with guilt and I have to confess. I have been tapping your wife, day and night when you're not around. In fact, more than you. I'm not getting any at home, but that's no excuse. I can no longer live with the guilt and I hope you will accept my sincerest apology with my promise that it won't happen again.

The man, anguished and betrayed, went into his bedroom, grabbed his gun, and without a word, shot his wife and killed her.

A few moments later, a second text came in:

Dang autocorrect. I meant "wifi", not "wife".

Knock, knock -
Who's There?
Owen.
Owen, who?
Oh and 6.

A 6 year old and a 4 year old are raking the yard.  The 6 year old
asks, "You know what? I think it's about time we started learning to
cuss. "The 4 year old nods his head in approval.  The 6 year old
continues, "When we go in for breakfast, I'm gonna say something with
hell and you say something with ass."  The 4 year old agrees with
enthusiasm.  When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6
year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, I
guess I'll have some Cheerios."  WHACK!  He flies out of his chair,
tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying
his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with
every step.  His mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can stay
there until I let you out!"  She then comes back downstairs, looks at
the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for
breakfast, young man?"
"I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won't be
Cheerios!"

Black Bra (as told by Mrs. Goldstein)

I  recently had lunch with 2 of my unmarried friends.
One is engaged, one is a mistress, and I have been married for 20+ years.
We were  chatting about our relationships and decided to amaze our men by greeting them at the door wearing a black bra, stiletto heels and a  mask over our eyes.  We agreed to meet in a few days to exchange  notes.

Here's how it all went......................
Engaged  friend:
The  other night when my boyfriend came over he found me with a black  leather bodice, tall stilettos and a mask. He saw me and said, 'You  are the woman of my  dreams...I love you.' Then we made  passionate love all night long.

The Mistress:
The other night I met my lover at his office and I was wearing a  raincoat, under it only the black bra, heels and mask over my eyes. When I opened the raincoat he didn't say a word, but he started to  tremble and we had wild sex all night.

Then Mrs. Goldstein shared her story:
When Leonard came home I was wearing the black bra, black stockings, stilettos and a mask over my eyes. When he came in the door and saw me he said:


(You  are going to  love this.................. as only Len could say)






"What's for dinner, Zorro?"

Lenn, an old retired  sailor,
puts on his old  uniform
and heads for  the docks once more, for old times sake and  some hot sex.

He engages a lovely  prostitute
and takes her up to a  room.

He's soon going at it  as well as he can for a guy his age,
but needing  some reassurance, he  asks, 'How am I doing?'

The prostitute  replies,
'Well Lenn, ya old  sailor, you're doing about three knots.'

'Three knots?' he  asks. ' What's that supposed to mean?'

She says,
'You're knot hard,  you're knot in,  and you're knot getting your money  back.'

 Great listening to Par Summerall's call.
You said it Len. I was going to post about the great Summerall calls and how well he and Madden interacted. But, alas, you beat me to the punch. Just watching that replay showed the intensity of those players playing the Giants 3/4 D. I too sure miss those days.

A widowed lady, still in good shape, was sunbathing on a deserted
beach in Boca Raton, Florida. She looked up and noticed that a man her
age, also in good shape, had walked up, placed his blanket on the sand
near hers and began reading a book. Smiling, she attempted to strike up
a conversation with him. "How are you today?"

"Fine, thank you," he responded, and turned back to his book.

"I love the beach. Do you come here often?" she asked.

"First time since my wife passed away 2 years ago," he replied and
turned back to his book.

"I'm sorry to hear that. My husband passed away three years ago and it
is very lonely, she countered. "Do you live around here?" She asked.

"Yes, I live over in Coral Springs " he answered, and again he resumed
reading.

Trying to find a topic of common interest, she persisted, "Do you like
pussy cats?"

With that, the man dropped his book, came over to her blanket, tore off
her swimsuit and gave her the most passionate lovemaking of her life.

When the cloud of sand began to settle, she gasped and asked the man,
"How did you know that was what I wanted??

The man replied. "How did you know my name was Katz?"

A young man moved out from home and into a new apartment, all of his
own, he went proudly down to the lobby to put his name on his mailbox.
While there, a stunning young lady came out of the apartment next to
the mailboxes, wearing only a robe. The boy smiled at the young woman
and she started up a conversation with Him. As they talked, her robe
slipped open, and it was obvious that she had nothing else on. The poor
kid broke into a sweat trying to maintain eye contact. After a few
minutes, she placed her hand on his arm and said, 'Let's go to my
apartment, I hear someone coming.' He followed her into her apartment;
she closed the door and leaned against it, allowing her robe to fall
off completely. Now nude, she purred at him, 'What would you say is my
best feature?' Flustered and embarrassed, he finally squeaked, 'It's
got to be your ears.' Astounded, and a little hurt she asked, 'My ears?
Look at these breasts; they are a full 38 inches and 100% natural. I
work out every day and my ass is firm and solid. I have a 28 inch
waist. Look at my skin - not a blemish anywhere. How can you think that
the best part of my body is my ears?'


Clearing his throat, he stammered... 'Outside, when you said you heard
someone coming... that was me.'

Tyler Eifert would cause huge matchup problems, just like Gronkowski/Hernandez in NE. I might not like such a pick, but could understand the reasoning.

DeAndre Hopkins might be an interesting 2nd round pick if available. We've all heard the report that he allegedly trashed his room at the Combine, including feces on the wall.
I am curious, if this information is correct, how or will it affect his draft status.

http://www.stltoday.com/sports/columns/jeff-gordon/tipsheet-wr-prospects-trash-their-reputation/article_d5044c64-fbd7-568d-8296-7da21d99d56c.html

I think this topic met the mods hidden agenda- can a high road great president discussion ultimately take the low road of partisan politics. Well done.

The first testicular guard, the "Cup," was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.