DohBoy
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davdog":etjz83ay said:A big tight end like Gates had a big game against the hawks this year in a win for SD.
How do you folks think the hawks will handle Gronk?
What I think will happen is the Seahawks will pay the PA announcer to play some Justin Bieber tunes during the first Pats series. Gronk will stop, peel off his jersey and start grinding on a down marker that would pass for a 7/10 after a halfrack of Natty Ice. Brady, standing back in the pocket for ten minutes or so (because the Seahawks' front four can't generate a pass rush), will pause and reflect upon which pair of heels he's going to wear to the post-game party at Donatella Versace's villa.
Meanwhile, Gronk...thanks to his doctorate in chemical engineering...will soon realize that the down marker isn't a roofed out Arizona co-ed after all. Looking to the sky, Gronk yells "By the Power of Grayskull!"...which instantly puts him into a one-on-one mismatch with Russell Wilson (of all people). Wilson, being the non-elite game manager he is, recognizes the futility of this folly and walks straight to the bench...where he sings the American Family Insurance jingle.*
*(Russell is currently dating Flo, but don't tell anybody or they'll both get fired).
Tom, now having settled on a pair of Dolce & Gabbana black pumps (sorry Manolo!) and bored with Seattle's non-existent pass rush, lofts a beautifully inflated ball right into the hands of a romping Gronk. It is such a perfect play that Commissioner Roger Goodell steps from his V.I.P. box and rides a ribbon of golden light to the center of the field. As the crowd quiets, Father Goodell takes a mic and addresses the crowd...
"What a handsome and wholesome play that was. It would be a shame to spoil it by continuing the game. In accordance with my power as President of the Universe, I call this game in favor of the Patriots. I knew they would always win...that's why I'm wearing this flag pin! Tom, you're a handsome man...I wish I was your father. And to Seattle, nobody wanted you to win, so don't be sad. You are simply bad for ratings. Have you thought of the PAC-12?"
And, as the confetti began to rain down and Boston butts were slapped, in the distance was seen a celebrating man-child. His head rocking slowly to his shoulder and back, one could here the sweet song of victory..."What is love?!? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more..."