Cash the tickets presented by fan duel.

The next game is the Jets lay in seven at the Patriots.

Fuck you.

All right then.

No, because this is the type of game we've gotten smoked like a cheap cigar on.

This is a game you know you bite down hard you take the

seven and a half you take the Patriots. You know what we've been doing in this game?

Three nine and two. Getting our fucking skulls crushed. I can't do it.

Gerard Mayo called his team soft. I can't do it. Gerard Mayo called his team soft.

I don't know if they'll lay down or if they'll fight, they'll rise up like Leviathan.

Or the Jets coming off a dumpster fire. Devonta Adams is calling team meetings, I got Aaron Rogers eating his own

boogers on the sidelines.

No, he didn't. He said I didn't.

Sure he did.

No matter what the video says, it wasn't a booger.

Aaron, why'd you bite then?

The point is, do I want to take the jets who have done nothing but hurt me

and who I'm on a self-imposed ban until after their byweek

laying a touchdown on the road?

The answer is no to all of it.

I can't be involved in this.

Dog hit.

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