Chilichimp posted:

FALCONS, BITCH!

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From 124 snaps in coverage this year, Desmond Trufant has allowed THREE receptions. http://t.co/KtrXzSy1iL

Shath Hole posted:

gently caress yes! We actually have playmakers on defense now!

Chichevache posted:

You're welcome.

Chichevache posted:

You're welcome.

Febreeze posted:

More Tomsula the Mic Rula

http://www.thedrawplay.com/comic/the-49er-blame-game/

Chilichimp posted:

loving A, bye windows should be reduced to week 6-10 only, or hell, 7-9. It's not like 5 games couldn't fill all of the time-slots.

TNF
Early Sunday
Late Sunday
SNF
MNF

Febreeze posted:

More Tomsula the Mic Rula

http://www.thedrawplay.com/comic/the-49er-blame-game/

OxySnake posted:

I will never tire of Carl coaching the 49ers.

Mel Mudkiper posted:

That time Harbaugh threw Jed York out of the locker room saying "Men only" is a great moment in history

Chichevache posted:

If Harbaugh could do it all over again, would he be polite or would he double down?

NC-17 posted:

When you think about it that is some grade-a alpha man psycho bullshit to say.

Chichevache posted:

If Harbaugh could do it all over again, would he be polite or would he double down?

NC-17 posted:

When you think about it that is some grade-a alpha man psycho bullshit to say.

Chichevache posted:

Was that a queef? Because it sounded like pussy talk.

NC-17 posted:

When you think about it that is some grade-a alpha man psycho bullshit to say.

Spoeank posted:

Harbaugh referred to the players as "The Men." I'm more sure than I'm not that he said it's for "The Men (players) only." York being a whiny pissbaby heard what he wanted and sent the franchise in a downward spiral because of a perceived slight.


Get hosed Jed

Mel Mudkiper posted:

No actually he called Jed a little bitch fuckboy because Jed is a little bitch fuckboy

Febreeze posted:

More Tomsula the Mic Rula

http://www.thedrawplay.com/comic/the-49er-blame-game/

Alaois posted:

didn't realize Jed was sitting on the iron throne at first, thought he was powering up or some poo poo

Chilichimp posted:

Nice Ramatar right there.

MechaFrogzilla posted:

You gotta keep 'em separated

Chilichimp posted:

This is the perfect time for Sweet Thursday to launch into a poise derail.

I'm gonna go Gruden:

"Lemme tell ya Mike, if there's one thing I know, it's farts. I was cuttin'em down in Tampa Bay while this team was still in diaper shorts. To really let'em rip, your fart needs a lot of pocket presence. After the snap, I want to see some good footwork to make sure you're spreading it around to the offense. Balance is key in these situations, you're not going to want to run it on the ground every time. A good hindquarterback is going to air it out every now and then.

Back during my Superbowl run, we had a couple of muddy games. Tampa is in the tropics, Mike, so you're gonna get some moisture! And the key to half-time adjustments in wet games is to get it all out on paper, and collect your thoughts afterwards. If you can secure that, Mike, the rest of the pieces will fall into place."

NC-17 posted:

When you think about it that is some grade-a alpha man psycho bullshit to say.

Febreeze posted:

I only got 3 games wrong last week, but the pictures were good ones
Plus, predictions for week 4

http://uproxx.com/sports/2015/09/nfl-week-4-predictions-illustrations-upsets/

Marshmallow Blue posted:

Febreeze, will there be a draw play of Fartghazi?

Chilichimp posted:

If it isn't Carl Tomsula in the 49ers mascot pose from the old logo, blasting out a mushroom cloud, then I just can't even...

Febreeze posted:

Magicpants posted:

John Fox wishes he had a wild ride. John Fox's ride is more like the coin-operated kiddie horse in the parking lot of a supermarket, and you've just put all your change into it and your damned kid is still crying because when you press the start all it does is lurch forward and die, and you're trying to prove to him that you're worth a drat because you're 45 and divorced, haven't been laid in 2 years, stuck in a dead-end career, and your ex-wife got engaged this past weekend, and then you find yourself screaming at the stock boy who was unlucky enough to have walked past, and he's just standing there pimply-faced, stoned, and not giving a poo poo because you're just another afternoon he's trying to get through, until finally your kid starts begging you to go home, but you're not about to give up on your $2.50 because you had to reach all the way under your carseat for that last dime and you're pretty sure you pulled something, so instead you decide to throw a haymaker at this damned 16-year-old kid who doesn't give a poo poo about your life because you know catharsis is the only chance you have at happiness anymore and you can feel the weight of your broken dreams collapsing against your lungs, and you barely even connect but all of a sudden you're surrounded by well-to-do shoppers, and then your ex-wife has to bail you out of jail, and you don't even hear her complain because you've been listening to that for the last 20 years of your miserable life and you already know you aren't gonna get to see your kid again anytime soon, although maybe that's not such a bad thing because you're not even sure if you love your kid, and then you're not even sure if you love anything anymore, and then one night after getting reamed out by your boss you go find that stupid loving kiddie horse and you torch it with a half gallon of gas because that poo poo's expensive and a lighter because you couldn't ignite it with a lit cigarette after four tries, and you just watch it burn while coughing trying to smoke these drat cigarettes even though you quit 10 years ago, drinking some JD's straight outta the bottle and even that just doesn't do it anymore, and then you live out the rest of your life without knowing what it's like to enjoy anything, and on your deathbed your kid is the only one that comes to see you and you can tell he doesn't really want to be there, and you want to say something, anything to him to prove it all meant something, but you just can't, and deep-down you know it was futile, and he leaves, and you die alone.