Thread: The Sky is Falling...

T Jak needs to stay at QB. He's gonna light it up. Taylor and Moore are just gonna have to take turns splitting out as a reciever.

"AWZeus" wrote:

When I got shot down in Vietnam, I was down to my last swallow of water in my canteen and the leaches were really digging in for the long haul when, out-of-nowhere, Tarvaris Jackson appeared from the bush, picked me up on his shoulders and carried me back to the shoreline where he plopped me down next to Lt. Dan and we caught the next chopper out.

I never got a chance to thank him.

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That story deserves a prize!
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hopefully a peice of the sky falling hits me, so then i can sue God.
i really need the money. ;D

Chicken little says the sky is not falling, there are 50 other people on the team
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Today's alert level is ORANGE.

I think all we need is Denny Green.
We'd be in the playoffs no matter what!

I heard Tavaris Jackson is a passionate lover.

i dont even want to know were you heard that

Life is simpler when you remember that a bunch of posters on the site thought an article from a website that calls itself 'Sports Humor and Satire Site' was true.

I was hiking alone in the North Country when my bootlace broke, and I went tumbling down a ravine, breaking my leg in three places.
With only half-a-Twinkie, some Mentos and half a liter of retsina, I knew that my chances were slim.
I managed to carve a "Help" message in a nearby downed treetrunk using the zipper from my backpack, but I truly felt that all was lost.

Suddenly, out of a clear blue sky, a hang-glider approached!
Desperate, I used the last ounce of my energy to wave shoot off the last flare from the gun, which, of course, hit the hang glider, causing it to burst into flames and crash on the other side of the ridge.

It was at this point that I finally gave up hope.

I drifted in and out of consciousness for a few hours when Tarvaris Jackson came crashing out of the bush - a football under one arm and a portable stretcher under the other.
He quickly pulled the laces from the football out with his teeth and used a nearby sapling to fashion a splint for my busted-up leg.
With great effort, he managed to lift me into the sling and drag me back up the hillside to the road at the top.
Within minutes, a car came tearing by doing about 152MPH and weaving from side-to-side.
Tarvaris flagged down the driver - and it was Koren Robinson!
I was gingerly tied to the luggage rack on the top, next to a newly slain 12-point buck and Koren broke most land-speed records to get me to the hospital.

I never had a chance to thank Tarvaris - but I know that somehow he knows I am grateful.

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