Carrpocalypse Now

I've seen the quarterback horror. Quarterback horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a troll. You have no right to call me a troll. You have a right to flame me. You have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me . It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what quarterback horror means. Quarterback horror. Quaterback horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror.

Quarterback horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies.

I remember when it was the Super Bowl team--it seems a thousand centuries ago--we went into Atlanta to inoculate it. The children. We left the city after we had inoculated the children for rap music, and this old man came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile--a pile of little arms. And I remember...I...I...I cried, I wept like Terrell Owens. I wanted to tear my teeth out, I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it, I never want to forget. And then I realized--like I was shot...like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, "My God, the genius of that, the genius, the will to do that." Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they could stand that--these were not monsters, these were Atlanta Falcons fans, trained cadres, these men who fought with their hearts, who have families, who have children, who are filled with ghetto musick--that they had this strength, the strength to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, then our troubles with David Carr would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral and at the same time were able to utilize their primordial instincts to cheer without feeling, without passion, without judgment--without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.