Football No-Fun-day

So this past week has kinda really sucked for me and it's all because my dad was raised to root for a crappy team. I'm a Raiders fan, through n through, and that's cuz we are freakin' badasses.

N last Sunday was awesome cuz we freakin' showed those dog killa Eagles, yo. But, of course, my celebration was cut short. Because at the same time as my homies was laying the smack down, the Jets was shittin the bed like the time Yankee shit my bed that one time and never replaced it. So Dad packed up all his Jets stuff and covered Chester's Jets food bowl with masking tape -- He wanted to throw it out but Mom reminded him of how long it took to convince Chester it was okay to eat out of that bowl and made him keep it. Most rude of all was that Dad packed away MY RAIDERS JERSEY. He told Mom, It's not funny anymore! I was like WTF? When was it ever funny? It's AWESOME. I got a Charles Woodson jersey and I rock that shit every Sunday. All I can say is, guess who's playing this Sunday, fool? JETS VS RAIDERS. And it's not gonna be pretty. For the Jets.