Oh, Chefs. Will You EVER Win? (Answer: Hope Not! Love You!)

Just a quickie today, whilst I attempt to find something profound--or at least grammatically correct--to say for our next installment of the HoG 25. What's it about, you breathlessly ask? Shut the fuck on up and skip ahead to the next sentence, slappy, you'll get it when it's brung to ya.

Anyway, saw this post on profootballtalk.com, and man...I mean, if I was a fan of that team--and the Administrator looovves hearing about how my dad nearly moved the family to KC when I was a tot but didn't, thus sparing me from a life of fan-misery--reading this might be the thing that finally got me on the ledge.

Seriously. How is this JayVee crap, in any way, a motivator for professional athletes? Doesn't it seem like ScotTodd Halioli called for this in a fit of righteous pique, whatever that is? Will Dwayne Bowe look at this, ask someone to read it to him, and then decide to magically stop being a bust? Do you all have any Burnt Ends on a Bun? Discuss, plz.