Josh Q. Public:  Punks jump up to get beat down!  -Brand Nubian

Public Service Announcement:  Ok, here we go!  Just a short one today. I got some football to watch today. Some NFL football to watch today.  Some NFL playoff football. Win or go home. Like my main man Popeye always says:  "I've had all I can stands, I can't stands no more."  Who's zooming who?  The Colts defense?  Really?  The same Colts defense that let Ron Dayne rumble for 153?  The same Colts defense that let the Jaguars bumble for 375?  The same Colts defense that let the Titans stumble for 219?  I'm not biting.  You got the boomin' system but it's pumpin' out doo-doo.  You think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-Hoo.  So they stopped the Chiefs one-dimensional offense.  So they stopped the Ravens none-dimensional offense.  You wanna talk about a defense.  A real defense.  A real honest to goodness defense.  Then let's talk about the New England Patriots defense.

Defense, defense!  Hold that line!  Give it to 'em, give it to 'em, one more time!  Richard Seymour and the New England Patriot defense, holding that line. Ty Warren and the New England Patriot defense, giving it to them all the time. Mike Vrabel and the New England Patriot defense, second in the league in points allowed.  A new franchise record.  You can't score, you can't win.  If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding.  How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?  Teddy Bruschi and the New England Patriot defense,  second in the league in touchdown's allowed.  Rosevelt Colvin and the New England Patriot defense, second in the league in red-zone defense.  Too many seconds for ya?  You want some firsts?  You're not impressed? You thought I said are you all right, Spider?  Fair enough.  Assante Samuel and the Patriots defense held their opponents to a meager, paltry ten passing touchdowns.  Another franchise record.  Best in the league.  You want more?  Huh?  Do ya?  What does it take to be number one?  Vince Wilfork and the Patriots were  number one in points allowed in the final two minutes of either half.  We call that clutch defense.  Cobra Clutch.  Sgt. Slaughter style.  Show me that clutch defense.  That Cobra Clutch defense.  Show me that Cobra Clutch defense, and show me Mr. Clutch himself,  Mr. Tom Brady, and I will show you victory.

Peace out homies.  Six Two and Even!