Fins Talk: Clown Show

Hopefully, The Cure can fix this numbing pain called the Miami Dolphins. What does a 1980s post-punk band have to do with real football? I don't know. This team sucks like no other. I missed the game because I was dealing with my dog's castration and watching him, which was probably more entertaining than this team. The defense is a complete and utter joke (haha, a cow joke). They had Justin Herbert wrapped up around their arms. If you answered that he didn't get down, congratulations! You'll get a cookie at your local Family Dollar for about $5. Anthony Weaver needs to go, but that goes for everybody else in the organization; however, Stephan Ross would rather wait until the season ends, and just let us continue wanting to unhealthy addictions to our bodies, and no, I'm not saying alcohol, cause we need our livers, remember that people, don't get drunk, just turn to water. As someone with a Vans Off The Wall sense of humor, I'm not a fan of this sick joke that is going on. I know I'm late with this blog, but would you like to discuss a team that is imploding from within? I hate life, but luckily, the Hurricanes and Panthers are good teams that will bring me some happiness until they find a way to choke. Looking at you, Mario. That's all I got, so bye. Phins Up.