And on further review, big deal Egypt. You forced out an octogenarian who had a pretty good 30-year ruthless run, and instead of capturing him and beheading him or something, you let him fly off to his resort villa where he'll probably be collecting paychecks for years like a bunch of ex-Browns coaches. Show me the purple fingertips of free elections and let me hear the acerbic airwaves of no-holds-barred talk radio before I chalk up one for you in the victory for democracy column. Yes Virginia, C-Town (Cleveland, hardly not Cairo) smells once again like Championship Town. And it's gonna be 40 degrees by Sunday. Life's kicking ass right about now.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Smells Like Victory: Stop The Presses, Print The Playoff Tix
And on further review, big deal Egypt. You forced out an octogenarian who had a pretty good 30-year ruthless run, and instead of capturing him and beheading him or something, you let him fly off to his resort villa where he'll probably be collecting paychecks for years like a bunch of ex-Browns coaches. Show me the purple fingertips of free elections and let me hear the acerbic airwaves of no-holds-barred talk radio before I chalk up one for you in the victory for democracy column. Yes Virginia, C-Town (Cleveland, hardly not Cairo) smells once again like Championship Town. And it's gonna be 40 degrees by Sunday. Life's kicking ass right about now.
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