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Vegas didn't think Manny would show up . . . We can refer to Manny as Little Clappy.

Sure wasn't Butch! He picks DOGS!

I got another idea where we can put it . . .

It's gotta be a first-time Head Coaching job for someone - it's not like there's a downside.

But we're consistent!

Just a few feet to the right side - a one-legged blind man could have picked up the first.

And we haven't actually SEEN that one running play yet . . .

You gotta have a bit of pride to be embarrassed.

Lashlee needs to go get on the bus - or call a cab.

Well - there goes two - maybe THREE recruiting seasons . . . Fool me once . . . fool me twice . . .

So's our team - the entire first half. They're ****** - and everyone's watching.

I like watching non-lethal disasters - crazy crashes, train wrecks, RPG's that fizzle when triggered and fall out the tube . . .

Lashlee calls plays like an old woman *****.

There is a cheerleader on standby - ready to suit up.

I wish.

Butch's teams are never flat - they're disciplined - and they play above their grade. ****, they beat us!

Bye, Bye Manny! Bye, Bye Manny! Bye, Byyyee Manny! We should have pulled in Butch!

Better than UM.

Worser. Game isn't over.

Not to worry - he's working with his Senior Advisory team - Curly, Larry, and Moe.