Ok, so that stunk up the barn. We can all agree. But seriously . . . deep breath . . . it wasn't that bad. Not even close. Painful, yes. But it was still doable. Shit, it's not like we put up a Carolina performance or anything. Simmer down. All is most certainly not lost. That said, I still have a few last minute Christmas wishes I'm putting on my list to Santa.
1. Some Red Bull for Harper. (Overrun by a QB? Missing tackles? WTF?)
2. Malcolm Jenkins. (I'll stop before I break into "Where Did My Baby Go" without John Legend to sing along with me.)
3. A healthy set of cornerbacks. One full season of them. (Pretty Please.)
4. More Jimmy Graham. (Because more is still never enough. Even when he exhibits dumbassery, I still want to pinch his cheeks and pat him on the head and remind him it's all rainbows and kittens with him around.)
5. A ban on any contact between Meachem and Bush. (I smell a contagion. Run. Forward.)
6. Chris Ivory. (Healthy. Forever and ever.)
7. A six game winning streak.
Happy Who Dat Blessings to All!!!
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