That's it. That's it. I've had it. I'm done.
Maurice Lloyd has been signed by Edmonton. Another fav player gone. Another little piece of my heart is gone from Riderville.
I am partial to defence players, I admit. I am partial to the guys who sack & attack the quarterback {see what I did there? Nice, huh?}. I prefer to watch games when our defence is smokin' hot & running over the receivers like shit through a goose. Wait. I'm kinda mixing my metaphors.
Aw, get over it!
Mo Lloyd ~ or as I like to call him, The Freight Train, since he just runs over/through the offence & hits them HARD! ~ is gone!
& there was much wailing & gnashing of teeth. A pallor of gloom descends upon Chez Wilma, only to be broken by a Lotto 649 win.
That's it. I am done. I refuse to pick another player as my favourite. I will not do it. I will not yell out, "He's my fav!" anymore. First Jurasin, then Narcisse, then Hunt, now Lloyd.
I just can't handle the pain.
Goodbye, Freight Train. Goodbye.
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