Dear Cowboys,

Fuck. Just….fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

 

Dear Tony Romo,

Oh God please don’t die on the field.

 

Dear No Longer Undefeated New England Patriots,

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

 

Dear Tom Brady,

FUCK YOU, TOM! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK. YOU.

 

Dear Brock-Lobster Osweiler (I think Brockingjay is more appropriate),

I don’t know who you are, pretty sure I didn’t even spell your name correctly, but I see that you have a particular set of skills. Skills that I am looking forward to you using every season vs the Patriots. Please continue.

 

Dear Fantasy Football and The NFL In General,

I’m done. Fuck it. When I’m complaining that I shoulda put in Matthew Stafford over Romo and Manning (Peyton, not Eli, and earlier in the season) then something is completely fucked.