Originally Posted by i82much
So true. Any given Sunday. I mean the fairy godmother could come riding up on a unicorn and cast a spell on the referees. Or, monkees could fly out of my butt and carry Charlie Batch into the end zone 47 times. Or a pack of rabid giraffes could descend on the stadium and decide to play offensive line for the Steelers.
ANYTHING could happen.
Or maybe we just run the ball down the throat of that weak a** run D you got instead of fumbling 5 times.