Taco Tuesday Morning Quarterback

Alright sports fans, that was quite a weekend, wasn't it?  The footing was quite powerful, and the balling was all sincere up in its business.  I haven't seen that kind of thing since Ol' Greysides O'Toole gummed up the works with his patented onion flip-o-rama and took the Rambling Milkmaids to the Crank-Power Championship Game.

Cranks! Start your car and a new craze, involuntary manslaughter.  Cranks!

Okay, fine, I didn't watch much of week two.  Traveling and other responsibilities left me on the outside not-looking in, for the most part.  I can report that two members of my extended family attended the rain-soaked 12-9 barn-burner between the Seahawks and Niners, and claimed to enjoy the experience.  Seemingly, they are some of the few enjoying the current product.

Closing sentence from link, "Two weeks into the season, not many people are having a good time."

Welp, I'm jazzed.  To try to hop the tide and ride this wave of excitement, I decided to merge the weekend review with our favorite crunchy repast. Tacos makes everything better.

• See?!?!  Bummed when your beloved Chargers lose?  Don't be sad, here's a free taco!  Why, the shop's owner must be quite a fan to do such a thing.  Let's see, "...said he was a lifelong Chargers fan until the team moved.  Now, he wants the team to go winless, despite what it may cost him."  Oh.  Never mind.  Um...
• Surely we can say something nice.  Let's see...well, I guess it's good this isn't the Week One wrap up, where there was "...some uniquely terrible performances."  Ok, that's...something.  Any other good news?
• "This year's Giants have exhibited no offensive energy or entertainment value or all."  Sheesh.  Can we get something nice to end this on?

"In the end, tacos won."  

  

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