Hit It and Quit It Tuesdays

Hit It!
Drew Dat only had 4 incomplete passes the whole game. Just 4 people!!! Not to mention the 3 TDs and 300 plus yards. That makes his passer rating according to the Don Smith formula…wait hold up…(divide by attempts, multiply by awesome, carry the two…) that makes it like, waaaay good.

Quit it!
Once again, the Saints fans have failed us. Why are you leaving the games early when we win? It’s just obnoxious. Reward them for actually having a decisive victory in the 4th quarter by staying to cheer them on. Do they have to bring every game down to the wire to earn the respect of fans keeping their butts in the seats?

Hit it!
Good for you Jason David. Way to actually be in the right place at the right time and come up with the pick. (Should I mention how you got caught peeking into the backfield on that pass the Raiders dropped in the end zone? No? Just keep it positive you say? Cool.) Well good for you Jason David.

Hit it…again!
The defense as a whole deserves mad props for holding the Raiders to 3 points. Yeah yeah bitches, I know it was just the Raiders. But my defense STILL deserves props. Lets hope they come with the same level of aggression next week against those slippery Panthers.

Hit it…thrice!
Could my threat against the offense to pay the Chicks for every false start have something to do with this Sunday’s false-start free performance? Definitely not, but I’ll go ahead and take the credit for it anyway.

Quit it!
I’m going to need a little more Deuce against the Panthers and a little less “Not Deuce.” The Pants run defense isn’t particularly impressive, they’re ranked 15th in the league. That’s just a couple notches above, guess who…the Oakland Raiders.

Hit it!
#9 again, for spreading the ball out to 9 different receivers. You’re simply fabulous! (But not in a gay way…not that there’s anything wrong with that.)

Quit it!
What’s up with the Browns and their Home-Ec project helmets? Did someone just take a sharpie and right their team numbers on the sides? I haven’t seen such a hot ghetto mess, “made-it-on-the-way-here” creation since Chad Johnson’s Hall of Fame jacket.