Smallcock has gleefully (and meanly may I add) asserted that my favorite football team will be terrible again next year. Obviously I can't stand by and do nothing as this snot-nosed little puke impugns my team. The gauntlet has truly been thrown down.
I propose that we engage in a wager. The stakes? Very high indeed. The bet is simple, which of our favorite teams will have a better record in the upcoming campaign. I'll not even ask for favorable odds because the Raiders conference is far more competitive and good than the shitty NFC, which houses the crappy Savages of Maryland. Pussy.
The winner shall be able to have the obvious bragging rights associated with having the superior squad, and knowing the other party is languishing in humiliation. But more than this, I propose that the unlucky loser of this wager be forced sleep for one full night on the strip of carpet in front of Big Blue Monkey's couch (sans protective barrier, even a pillow, and in nothing more than shorts).
Bring it on.