Funny Chuck Norris/Jack Bauer-esque read from the New York Times fantasy blog...
Laveranues Coles/Jerricho Cotchery: I’m generally downgrading any receivers playing in New England on Sunday due to the looming Nor’easter. (Except Wes Welker, of course, who once ran out into the middle of the Atlantic Ocean where a Nor’easter was forming, repeatedly open palm head-slapped the Nor’easter until it fell unconscious, slung the Nor’easter over his shoulder, brought it back to his apartment, karate-chopped it into single-serve portions and filled ten thousand-dozen cans labeled “Nor’easter: Only Drink if You’re Wes Welker, Otherwise Your Head Will Explode.” He now starts each day by guzzling a can of Nor’easter, or what we mortals call a “breakfast drink.”)
My other reaction was, "the New York Times has a fantasy blog?"
Laveranues Coles/Jerricho Cotchery: I’m generally downgrading any receivers playing in New England on Sunday due to the looming Nor’easter. (Except Wes Welker, of course, who once ran out into the middle of the Atlantic Ocean where a Nor’easter was forming, repeatedly open palm head-slapped the Nor’easter until it fell unconscious, slung the Nor’easter over his shoulder, brought it back to his apartment, karate-chopped it into single-serve portions and filled ten thousand-dozen cans labeled “Nor’easter: Only Drink if You’re Wes Welker, Otherwise Your Head Will Explode.” He now starts each day by guzzling a can of Nor’easter, or what we mortals call a “breakfast drink.”)
My other reaction was, "the New York Times has a fantasy blog?"
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