As usual the game starts with the BIGGEST ****ING BULLSHIT EVER. My 99 carry HB FUMBLES, on a play that WASN'T EVEN A HIT STICK, only to have my OL pick it up, get the first down and FUMBLE AGAIN. Jesus Christ.
Rock of course, gets the ball and does a Rocko.
Not to worry though, I'll just get the ball back it's only 7 points here we go babeeee
Oh look it's the same ****ing Super Bowl we've played three times. HOWEVER, I hold Rocko to a field goal, get a field goal of my OWN and I have him third down late in the half.
****. 17-3. Time for me to mount a drive. I'm coming back bitch!
SAME ****ING SUPER BOWL
Looks like this is over now. Rocko gets inside my red zone to start the second half.
Oh what the ****. YES. WE GOT A BALLGAME. AND I GET A STOP.
ONE SCORE GAME BITCHES!!! Surely I can't stop Rocko twice in a row though?
99s be SAVING MY ASS LOLOLOLOLOL
BIG BAD BOND. I HAVE THE ****ING LEAD. IN THE FOURTH QUARTER!!! Rocko is now incensed, slaps himself in the face and drinks 20 ounces of coffee in 5 seconds to sober up. And do this...
**** your one play touchdowns you cock-a-roach! I'll show you a one play TD!
I lead! AGAIN! THIS IS AMAZING. I COULD REALLY BEAT ROCKO!
Oh god dammit. What are those ****ing stick skills. You should have been sacked and UGHGHAUHSAASASAFASS. I get near midfield and SHIT FOURTH AND 14?!?!
GOD DAMMIT LOOK AT THAT ****ING PLAY. TROUPE WAS WIDE ****ING OPEN.
Amazingly, I get it back ONE LAST TIME. And from the 28, one last chance to beat King Shit Of **** Mountain. FOUR VERTS BABY!!!!
Well, I got close. As close as I've ever gotten.
I'll take it.
"It was....fun."
