Did Brad Johnson Buy His Helmet at a Yard Sale? Or Is He Just Cheap?

Something caught my eye at the end of regulation in the Cards-Cowboys matchup. Brad Johnson takes the field as the holder for the potential game-tying field goal.

You know those little green circle stickers they put on the back of helmets, signifying the radio inside? Check out Johnson's:



Apparently someone though it would be funny to make it look like a yard sale sticker, and write "$1.00" on is with a sharpie.

Nice. Wish I'd thought of that. Brad just sits around like a cheap lamp nowdays, anyway.

Postgame Aftermath: Lord, Help Us

[Holmgren enters room full of reporters]

Well, we didn't get it done today.

There were a few bright spots. I thought Julius ran the ball well. The offensive line played pretty good, for the most part. We were able to get to the quarterback, although not enough apparently. Bumpus got more punt return yards than Forsett, that has to feel good to the guys upstairs. And considering the situation at receiver - oh, my goodness - I thought our guys battled hard for most of the game.

On the flip side, I thought Brian Russell - bless his heart - played like a man possessed. A man possessed by care-bears, that is. And Kelly Jennings is getting picked on like a puppy in a cage full of monkeys. And What The Fuck is up with the defensive play calling? Marshall and I will have to talk. Blitzing with 53 men just doesn't work.

[Art Theil, raising hand] Ummm, Mr. Holmgren, soo, what is going on in your mind about the desperate situation at wide receiver? Now that Seneca and Payne have also been added to your list of injuries at the position?

[Holmgren].......


[Theil] Mr. Holmgren? Hello? Mike? What do you make of the receiver situation?

[Holmgren] .............

[Clare Farnsworth] Do you think your receiver position is cursed? Kinda like bad mojo?



[Steve Kelly] Oooh! He lookth aaaaaangry!

[Holmgren] You raise an interesting point. I mean, what if they are cursed? My goodness! How do we game plan for that?

[Reporters busily write on their scratchpads] ....

[Holmgren] Shoot. Honest to goodness, that is a terrible thought. Say - are any of you close to God?

[Mike Sando and John Clayton, simultaneously] I'm close to God. Have you seen my work?

[Holmgren] No, no, I mean like personally close. Where you talk and pray and see visions and stuff.

[Reporters] ........................

[Holmgren] Never mind. Please bow your heads with me.

Dear God,

Whose COCK do I have to SUCK to catch a BREAK AROUND HERE!?!?!?


[Sounds of pencils hitting floor]


I MEAN, JEEZUZ CHRIST!!! ARE WE CURSED?!?!


[Reporters look at each other, aghast. Sando and Clayton run out of the room. Theil hides under a chair.]


HOW ARE YOU GOING TO HELP US THROUGH THIS GODFORSAKEN... ABORTION... OF A SEASON?!?!?!


[Lights go out. Windows to outside darken. Loud sound of thunder, shaking the walls]






[God, voice thundering] M I C H E A L .


[Holmgren] God!


[God] M I C H E A L .


[Holmgren] God!


[God] M I C H E A L .


[Holmgren] God!


[God] ..........


[Holmgren] ..........


[God] Y O U   H A D   A   Q U E S T I O N ?


[Holmgren] Umm, oh, yeah... uhhhh....


[God] S P I T   I T   O U T ,   I   D O N ' T   H A V E   A L L   D A Y .


[Holmgren] Yeah, ummm, I was thinking about all our adversity with injuries and stuff, and goodness, just wondering if, ummm.....


[God] Y E S ?


[Holmgren] Think you might be able to help a little? [Flinches]


[God] W H Y   T H E   H E L L   D O   Y O U   T H I N K   I   H A V E   Y O U   P L A Y I N G   T H E   R A M S   N E X T   S U N D A Y ,   A N D   T H E N   T H E   B Y E   W E E K   A F T E R   T H A T ?     W H A T   D O   Y O U   W A N T ,   A   G O D - D A M N   M I R A C L E ?   J E E S U Z ! ! !


[God leaves room. Lights come on.]



[Everyone, sitting in stunned silence] ........



[Farnsworth] Mike...?



[Holmgren, still stunned] Huh?



[Farnsworth] Your appearance......!



[Holmgen] What?

[Kelly] You look fabulousth!

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