Monday, September 27, 2010

Who dat, who dat

Who dat throwing bombs in Mike Wallace.
It's Batch. It's Batch.

What a game by me.
My first interception was part of the game plan, lulling the Bucajokes into a sense of complacency.

If I played D, guaranteed I would've had a pick.

I'm like a sinus cavity. I'm in your face.

I headed to the locker room before the half was over.
I wasn't hurt.
I just wanted to sign up for Rinko Rumble Fantasy Hockey.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Suck it

Got a new e-mail address: allidoiswingames@excite.com

W

Friday, September 3, 2010

Bomb Alert

I told Byron before the game to break a leg.

I don't read my own press, so I don't even know what Omar Epps is gonna do about the starting QB role. I went 3 for 4 last night for 10 yards. That translates to 75 out of 100 for 250 yards. Find me one coach in the NFL that doesn't want that kind of production on Sunday. Here are some of my bombs:


My first career pass. in your mouth.


I have more game than Nintendo.


Probably the best game you ever watched.
Who we play in Week 1 this year again?


What a pass.
YouTube can't handle the bomb I threw to Heath Miller against the Dolphins.

So people are saying that I get hurt a lot. That has nothing to do with me starting.
Play me until I get hurt. Surround me with talent so I don't get hurt.

Batch out.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Frost-brewed Batch Light

What's up, jokes. Been like a year since I made a post. I've been busy not raping people. Hide your kids, hide you wife, hide your husbands, 'cause Batch is throwing TDs out here. What a game for me.

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The talking heads back in Joketown are all talking about Dixon vs. Leftwich. More like Dick's in Leftpicksix. Guaranteed: Go down to PF Chang's on the Waterfront, and they have pictures of me everywhere. I'm not even Chinese.

So, yeah, I threw that pick last night. Big deal. Wasn't my fault. The dude who took it to the house has an apostrophe in his first name. No one with a first name like that has ever done anything significant. This time next week, Sha'Quan Johnson will be dressing up like that cow outside of Chik-Fil-A.

Me? I'll be just going to work, throwing bombs like Hiroshima.