Fate Of Manning And Tebow

[The Gipper]

Here is what I predict to be the fate of Peyton Manning as he becomes a Denver Bronco:

He will become like John Unitas with the Chargers or Joe Namath with the Rams

And here will be the fate of Tim Tebow:

#15 for the Edmonton Eskimos.

[The Gipper]

Eh, Timbo, we're your biggest fans, eh. Are you allowed to drink beer, eh?

[1 more season]

Might be this?

[choco]

im kinda leaning to manning failing. he's just so different of a QB, as in how he runs the offense, it may take others some time to catch up. dunno...itll be interesting to see it play out.

[The Gipper]

Eh, Tim, eh. This is what we call a Cheerleader in Canada. Some Canadians think aboot having sex with these girls. But I understand you aren't allowed to think like that. Too bad for you eh. We hope you do come up here to play. It means more beers and sex with girls for us, eh.

[The Gipper]

If we were good enoof for Doug Flutie we should be good enoof for you. But eh, unlike Doug who was from Boston, you are from Florida. He knew how to keep the girls warm. You don't. So leave them to us what knows how to warm them up, eh?

[choco]

dude....those canadian women gotta be imports.

[The Gipper]

@1-more-season said:

Might be this?

For a year or two, maybe. That is the plan. But:

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,

O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

Thou need na start awa sae hasty

Wi bickering brattle!

I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,

Wi' murdering pattle.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion

Has broken Nature's social union,

An' justifies that ill opinion

Which makes thee startle

At me, thy poor, earth born companion

An' fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;

What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!

A daimen icker in a thrave

'S a sma' request;

I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,

An' never miss't.

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!

It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!

An' naething, now, to big a new ane,

O' foggage green!

An' bleak December's win's ensuin,

Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,

An' weary winter comin fast,

An' cozie here, beneath the blast,

Thou thought to dwell,

Till crash! the cruel coulter past

Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,

Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!

Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,

But house or hald,

To thole the winter's sleety dribble,

An' cranreuch cauld.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,

In proving foresight may be vain:

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men

Gang aft agley,

An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,

For promis'd joy!

Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!

The present only toucheth thee:

But och! I backward cast my e'e,

On prospects drear!

An' forward, tho' I canna see,

I guess an' fear!

[The Gipper]

@choco said:

dude....those canadian women gotta be imports.

Hunh? Wachoo talkin' boot?

[choco]

[The Gipper]

In case you didn't notice the purpose of this thread is to cause a certain amount of amusement at the shredding of Manning and Tebows' egos:

[The Gipper]

Romeo (Manning) kills off Tybalt's career (Tebow) in fair DenVerona: