Gentleman I was pondering tonight's game when it spoke to me. When my old man heart spoke to me.
There is a play tonight for you fucks looking to get one over on your book before we close the gambling week.
The reason this game spoke to me is because everything lined up. I could give you the analysis, the X's and O's. I was a QB at Salem College before many of you had pubes. But instead I am going to just give you a winner.
Bet it with a hard dick and some confidence for Rock, will ya?
i present to you.....
THE BOBBY HEENAN GAME
You will remember this game; not only because you will win but because of what it stands for. Bobby Heenan was a friend of ours, a friend of the family. During a trip in the early 90s to Atlantic City, New Jersey with my wife; I became friends with this man at the tables at the Trump Taj Mahal. Yesterday when I learned of his passing, my heart was sore. Tonight, we win this game in his honor. For Bobby Heenan, a friend of ours.
Tonight's play happens to Ironically line up well, because it takes place in the Land of the Sopranos. New Jersey. About 30 miles from where I met Bobby Heenan and he became a friend of mine.
TONIGHTS PLAY NEW YORK GIANTS -3 1/2
I'm going to sit in my front yard in a lawn chair and chew some Redman and hope my wife doesn't catch me. Then I'll sprinkle some fertilizer on Virginia's rosebush. Before yins kids chuckle; I'm serious, I have to make sure her damn plants don't die on me until winter hits. When we win this game, I'll buy her a new crepe maker which will also keep the grandchildren happy.
There will come a time when we will step on our big italian dicks and lose one but that time is not tonight. Tonight, we win for Bobby Heenan. Tonight, we are Jersey italians, every last one of yins. Feel it and believe it. I am high ranking in the Knights of Columbus and every single one of them is on the GMEN tonight because Rocco said grab your balls and swallow the points at our Monday morning mens meeting. now lets have wine and communion on our bookies dime in honor of Bobby H. It's time to slice the salami.
This is the play but you got one shitty line there.