The Train's Leaving for Crazytown...

Woody Page has lost his mind. Again. This should come as no surprise to anyone. It’s been well documented across the world and the web, and today’s episode with Woody did not disappoint. He was in close proximity to Skip Bayless may have had something to do with the crazy that was emitting from his vocal hole. What are we going to do with you Woody? Your existence makes me realize that, with enough practice, I can too someday earn a paycheck running my mouth…

When speaking about this upcoming game with the Kansas City Chiefs, Woody went off the deep end. He held a sign as he plummeted downward. On said sign was his prediction for this Sunday’s game. Chiefs a lot, something in the neighborhood of 27, Chargers a little, around 10 or generously 13. Surprisingly, he totaled Larry Johnson’s numbers around 212 yards and a handful of touchdowns. Against us.

Does someone need to remind Mr. Page that we have not given up one hundred yards on the ground in a bit more than a season? That we have held every running back that has faced us this season, including, Clinton “Bro-Sweets” Portis, Edgerrin James, Rickonnie Browilliams, Lamont Jordan, Curtis Martin, and the Priest? Possibly ending the latter’s career? What do we need to do? Does he think that one of the most dominating fronts in football may take the weekend off? That Shawne Merriman may dook his shorts at the sight of the former Penn Stater? That Jamal Williams, Luis Castillo, and the rest of the crew are going to be intimidated by a Chef? I’m confused…

My only thought is that Mr. Page just wants to say something so outrageous that either he looks like a genius, or everyone just continues to write him off as some crazy old coot with a chalkboard and a parrot and he’s not accountable. I would encourage all of you to email him an audio clip of Nelson Muntz from the Simpson’s soundboard immediately following the inevitable tear drops of one Vermiel. Perhaps we can get Gunther Cunningham to raise his middle finger again.

Hope you enjoy fifteen more minutes Woody. Cause when we line up in victory formation and Mr. Brees runs my favorite play, getting a grass stain on his knee, I will be laughing and warming up my fingers to fill your email inbox with Nelson’s happy laughter.