Mark Sanchez is on his way to being a bona fide New Yorker. He threw the first pitch at Citi field last night and even rode the subway! I'm thrilled that Gang Green was able to nab the top rated QB - hell, any QB. If Thomas Jones agrees to a contract and we pick up any decent receiver in the next four months, there might yet be reason for '09 optimism. I foresee just one problem...
Sanchez is fucking hot. Six-two, 230 pounds, dark locks peaking out of a Jets cap over his tanned Cali skin... shit, even I think less about some beastly safety plowing him and more about him plowing me. Considering the performances of pre-Jessica Romo vs post-Jessica Romo or A-Rod before and after Madonna, I worry that some Us Magazine hussy will ruin his career before it even starts. My advice? Woody Johnson should plant one of his goombas on Sanchez's next subway ride and mug him. After all, nothing says welcome to New York like a good, old fashioned hold-up. Not too serious of a face-smashing of course, just a broken nose and a couple missing teeth before one of the Olsen twins gets a hold of him and we're back to optioning Brad Smith.
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