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Thu Nov 26
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09/02/09
- The dismantling of a potential 70s and 80s dynasty by cheap-as-shit owner Gene Klein, who unloaded defensive standouts like he was dispensing Pez (Fred Dean, anyone?), thus condemning Fouts, his great receivers and procession of overrated tailbacks to having to win every game by a score of 45-42. This was, by longevity, the team's greatest period of success, and involved zero trips to the Super Bowl.
- The dark post-Fouts era in which Stan Fucking Humphries and his 46-inch waist was, by a factor of one million, better than any other QB they trotted out for ritual sacrifice. Mark Malone? Craig Weilihan? Jim McMahon? Babe LAUFENBERG???
- The continually undeserved anointment of genius status to Bobby Beathard, whose occasional good luck and astute commitment to a strong O-line hardly qualify for a MacArthur grant, and were completely overshadowed by his annual surrender of first-round picks for talentless bags of shit. This team still hasn't completely recovered from the personnel crater he left behind.
- The team that foisted Rodney Harrison on an unsuspecting America. Such an overrated, constantly injured cheap-shot artist until they cut him loose. Of course, ol' #37 showed them by discovering the fountain of youth in the form of a syringe upon his arrival in Foxboro. Fucker.
- R-Y-A-N L-E-A-F. Seriously? Nothing? You phoned this shit in is what you did.
12/31/08
12/31/08