Another lengthy and very therapeutic Chris Johnson rant to start, and then we conclude by observing that through two weeks of the fantasy season, Robert Griffin III has been better than Aaron Rodgers, and it isn’t close.
Please, snack on some late game notes.
Chris Johnson isn’t even frustrating anymore, he’s just sad
There will be a support group for Chris Johnson owners soon. I picture us (yep, I include myself in that group, which is the worst group to be included in this side of NAMBLA ) jogging together. On a simple level it will function as an avenue to vent our frustrations while in the crisp, open air. We’ll move along briskly, conversing about the topics of the day, and generally do the same thing that every jogger does: convince yourself that you’re doing something good, when really you’re just enduring physical pain to kill mental pain.
There’s a catch, though. It’ll be brief, and it’ll actually come with very little pain because we’ll jog for the same amount of yards as he ran. Having bonded over Johnson and our common demoralizing sin, we’ll then proceed to consume children’s cough syrup.
