Speaking of Trampled...

Speaking of Trampled...

Yeah, I know I decry a retarded act of violence in one post, and celebrate one in the next. I'm an enigma wrapped in a cloak of mystery. You figure that mess out.

For me? I'll just say that sometimes I hate working Sundays.

But not as much as Wes Welker, at least yesterday.



Dayumn.

I think he ruined a piece of laundry with that hit....