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My Fantasy NFL Players Have Imaginary Conversations

Steve McNair: AAAAAAAHH! AAAAAAAAAH!! AAAAAAAHHH!

Donovan McNabb: AAAAAAAARRRRGHH! OH SWEET CHRIST!

Christian Fauria: You not scream. I catch ball.

Steve McNair: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! I CAN’T WAIT TO PLAY, I’M IN SO MUCH PAIN! THIS IS THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD! SWEET AGONY! AAAAHHHH!

Isaac Bruce: Wha . . . what happened? We . . . I . . . we used to be so good . .

Jerome Bettis: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAHHH!

Plaxico Burress: Anyone got some hand grease? For my hands? I’d like to make my hands greasier.

Ed McCaffrey: This is the worst team I’ve ever been on. I’m going back to the fucking hospital.

Jamal Lewis: Does anyone even notice me anymore? I’m right here, guys.

Christian Fauria: What? Who you? Get us sandwiches.

Jamal Lewis: But . . . oh all right.

Isaac Bruce: . . . we were good once, right guys? You remember . . . just a year ago . . .

Donovan McNabb: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAH!

Steve McNair: AAAAAAAAHHHHH! OHHHHHH! MORE! MORE PAIN, LORD!

Jerome Bettis: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAHH!

Sebastian Janikowski: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAAAARRRGH!

Ed McCaffrey: What the fuck is up with Janikowski? He’s not hurt.

Plaxico Burress: No, he’s just fucking nuts. Check him out–he’s eating Icy Hot.

Sebastian Janikowski: GERK! MRAGGAH! ERM!

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