Just as the Bears and Lions have fallen before you, so too will you experience the feeling of conceding to us the division title on the final game of the season.
This division, you see, it is ours.
It is our property, our birthright, ours to be had, we are the standard of this division, and this is the way it will remain.Id like to think I have been for the most part fairly freindly over the course of this season, and while it has been an absolute pleasure to post here (I cannot stress that enough), the time for freindly has long since passed, this is December football, playoff football, and on Sunday, you will yet again feel the cold hard pincers of reality pick you up by the scruff of the neck, and toss you into the wildcard round where you belong, safely away from tainting the NFCN Division Title with your SB less fingers, safely away from being known as something other then obstacle in the Packers Championship laden path, safely away from the sweet taste of Victory.
Dare you walk into the hallowed grounds of Lombardi, with venom and hatred so fervently flowing through your veins, know that ragnarok will be upon you, and all of those under the sign of the Norseman will feel the icy chill of defeat that has befallen you, time and time again.
