THE NFL SCRIPTED PLAYOFFS BEGIN—BEGUN—AND OVER FOR SEATTLE SEAHOAX

Why all the funky start times in the NFL 5:15PM?

“I’m looking forward to a 15-year career, a couple of trips to the Super Bowl and a parade through downtown San Diego.”—Ryan Leaf

Yesterday I went to the Redmond Bar and Grill to watch an NFL football game. A scripted competition between two teams. It’s very possible that many of the players haven’t seen the script and believe they are competing against another team for a prize, or just fucking off for a big paycheck.

 There are around 20 TV’s so anywhere you sit you can see one or more TV’s. There’s almost no way you cannot watch the game. I did……not watch the game. A casual glance was about the most attention I gave it. Whenever the packed bar would cheer I’d throw up my hand or both if I didn’t have my beer in my hand and shout like all of them. Once in a while I’d say to my friend, “What just happened?”

My plan was to start the game with a very popular player jersey who is a convicted criminal, or sexual deviant and then switch out each quarter to some other pervert. I scrapped it after I parked my car---too far away. Now I regret my decision. I could have tested the awareness of those around me by switching from a Green Bay Packer jersey to a Baltimore Ravens and then a Seattle Seahoax. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!! Maybe for the AFC championship game between the Damar Hamlin Bills and whoever.

I offered my friend a deviant player jersey, but he declined. He said he has his own. My thought, he’s going to wear the stitched Buffalo Bills Marshawn Lynch jersey I gave him five Christmas’s ago. Nope. The name on the back of his jersey LEAF. The bitch out jersey’d me. I wore my neighbors jersey, ROBINSON. My friend said the idiots in the bar don’t remember Robinson but all of them know LEAF. He’s right.

Like a good neighbor I wore sex criminal Eugene Robinson 41. Freemason numerology 4+1=5. DEATH

I don’t have his Seahoax jersey. I have his jersey from when he was soliciting prostitutes while playing for the Green Bay Packers. I believe penis boy Brett Farve was the quarterback then. Robinson eventually got caught on the eve of a Super Bowl game of which he was the starting safety for the Atlanta Falcons. He shamed his wife and kids who were in his hotel room, his team and the entire NFL. He now works for the NFL and the Charlotte Today as a news anchor and is still married to the woman he shamed. Forgiveness is golden. I must try it sometime. I will start after they are arrested, convicted and their punishment drop at the gallows.  

Eugene still works for the NFL as well as working as some kind of news anchor. Picture shown on his twitter account is him as a Seahoax. I wonder why he doesn’t use the picture of when he almost went to the Super Bowl as an Atlanta Falcon. Why does he show a picture of himself looking so dejected? Maybe the picture is from the 1992 season when the Hoax record was 2-14.

I also wonder if he’s ever done any research on the NFL. If he does he will find that it is a satanic organization started by the Freemasons who love to dupe and use Christians to promote them as some kind of godly faith healing organization, where players create toy charities for kids. When I ran a reverse scamming website the prey was always gullible Christians.

Christian murderer Ray Lewis would kneel and pray with his teammates before each game and then go out and attempt to kill the players on the other team. I need to get his jersey. I would also bet Eugene is a V’d and booster shot happy Christian.

Why is it a crime for two adults to discuss a sexual encounter where money will be exchanged?

At the bar there were no Damar Hamlin Strong tee-shirts. No, I love number 3. No Damar hats and I wasn’t aware that they gave Damar any attention during the game, although I wasn’t paying too much attention to the game. I didn’t see players all huddled together in prayer, no players in Damar shirts. POOF, it’s gone until the next player drops dead.

Hypnotized.

Is it possible that the NFL didn’t coerce their players into taking the clot shot, that they didn’t ask for any proof of vaccination from their players? Aaron Rodgers might be the answer to that question. Why was he allowed to play if it is a requirement? We have more dead ex-NFL players than we have current NFL players, and both would have taken the shot around the same time. Did the NFL broker a deal with the CDC?

If the creators of this bio-weapon know it is designed to kill and one of the ways is cardiac arrest they might be a little nervous that players will drop dead on national television thus creating hesitancy and proving the shot is not safe but rather deadly. When discussions started between the NFL and the CDC on vaccination they were adversarial. It suddenly changed and they became partners. What changed?

 Perhaps the players were told they didn’t have to take the shot but all were required to sign a non-disclosure agreement were they are not allowed to mention that at all or face termination and a big time lawsuit.

Suddenly people were getting up and leaving. I asked, “Why is everyone leaving?” My friend told me that I should look at the score.

Wait a fucking minute. In the 2014 Championship game between the Seahoax and the Green Bay Pretenders the Hoax scored around twenty points in two minutes. Since the start of football it has never been duplicated accept in a Pop Warner game between 9 and 10 year old kids. There’s plenty of time to win this bitch. What if we all join hands and pray? I told my friend the game is bullshit and completely scripted. I told him the announcers have a cut to script sheet they are reading off from.

It took three Space Dust IPA beers to get me over the endzone wearing a Eugene Robinson jersey. I could not have watched more than 33 seconds of this boring game and I can’t name a single player on either team. We are planning to do it again for the Damar Hamlin Bills AFC Championship game. I must get a Hamlin Strong 3 for this. I will then switch jerseys each quarter or earlier and test the awareness of the vaccinated. Hypnotized.