2025 Season | Week 7 | Gameday Chatter Thread | Washington Redskins at Dallas Cowboys | 10/19/2025

[Genghis Khan]

Wentz has some talent but I think he's about as dumb as a box of rocks. And has zero pocket awareness.

 

[Genghis Khan]

It's funny because as of right now it's 14-3 but these teams look about even. The difference here isn't talent it's really really stupid mistakes between the bad snap and the pick 6.

 

[data]

Go for it, fuckface

 

[Genghis Khan]

What the frick Wentz?

 

[Genghis Khan]

No you kick the FG here, go down 8.

 

[Genghis Khan]

 

[Genghis Khan]

Huge 4 point penalty. Vikings are killing themselves today.

 

[data]

Mahomes no look pass. Stared down slot WR and threw it to outside WR

 

[boozeman]

Turns out you're exactly right. This is perfect.

I'm including the lyrics since the style makes it harder to figure out.

The Grim Reaper of Texas

Listen and make your own on Suno.

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RRRAAAGH! JERRY JONES! YOU BLEED MY SOUL!
COWBOYS’ GRAVE, YOU’VE DUG THE HOLE!
(Verse 1 – Snarling vocals, crushing distortion)
Spawned in the abyss, Jerry’s reign of doom,
Dallas Cowboys rot in a star-shaped tomb!
Banished Jimmy Johnson, severed rings of might,
Crowned himself GM, eternal blight!
Taco Charlton, a corpse in the draft’s dark pit,
Flopped like a skull crushed under Satan’s fist!
Garrett’s clapping carcass, a decade of decay,
Jerry’s ego feasts while hope’s ripped away!
(Chorus – Ferocious, low growls with double-kick fury)
JERRY JONES BLUES! MY SOUL’S DEFILED!
CHEAP AS A ROTTED CORPSE, DECAY’S YOUR CHILD!
NO GM TO SAVE US, YOU THRONE-SQUATTING FIEND!
COWBOYS BLEED OUT, NO RINGS TO BE SEEN!
YOU’RE THE NECROFROST, MY HEART’S IMPALED!
THIRTY YEARS CURSED, OUR DREAMS HAVE FAILED!
(Verse 2 – Relentless blast beats, shredding riffs)
Dak’s deal delayed till the coffers screamed pain,
Now we’re chained to gold while the losses remain!
Amari cast to the void for a miser’s cruel whim,
Offense lies gutted, hymns of failure grow dim!
Trading for relics, bones brittle with rust,
Your yacht’s a blood altar, our faith turns to dust!
Skimp on the warriors, free agents you scorn,
You’re the grim reaper, our spirit’s been torn!
(Chorus – Ferocious, low growls with double-kick fury)
JERRY JONES BLUES! MY SOUL’S DEFILED!
CHEAP AS A ROTTED CORPSE, DECAY’S YOUR CHILD!
NO GM TO SAVE US, YOU THRONE-SQUATTING FIEND!
COWBOYS BLEED OUT, NO RINGS TO BE SEEN!
YOU’RE THE NECROFROST, MY HEART’S IMPALED!
THIRTY YEARS CURSED, OUR DREAMS HAVE FAILED!
(Bridge – Slow, sludgy breakdown, demonic screams)
IN YOUR BILLION-DOLLAR CRYPT, YOU MOCK OUR PAIN!
A FAN’S DAMNATION IN YOUR GREED’S BLACK REIGN!
NO GM TO SHATTER YOUR IRONSKULL GRIP!
YOUR THRIFT’S A DAGGER, OUR HOPE’S BLOOD DRIPS!
CURSED TO LOVE DALLAS, A FAN’S ETERNAL HELL!
SCREAMIN’ IN AGONY, HEAR MY DEATH KNELL!
JERRY, YOU VULTURE, DEVOURING OUR CORE!
THREE DECADES OF TORMENT, WE CAN’T TAKE NO MORE!
(Verse 3 – Frenzied tempo, chaotic guitar wails)
Every season’s a slaughter, a tease from the void,
Hope’s skull is smashed, our dreams destroyed!
Your draft picks wither like flesh in the flame,
While you cackle and boast of your untouchable name!
No coach with fire, no roster with claws,
Just your smug, vile face, defying all laws!
I roar these blues with a throat full of hate,
Bound to your Cowboys, sealed to this fate!
(Chorus – Ferocious, low growls with double-kick fury)
JERRY JONES BLUES! MY SOUL’S DEFILED!
CHEAP AS A ROTTED CORPSE, DECAY’S YOUR CHILD!
NO GM TO SAVE US, YOU THRONE-SQUATTING FIEND!
COWBOYS BLEED OUT, NO RINGS TO BE SEEN!
YOU’RE THE NECROFROST, MY HEART’S IMPALED!
THIRTY YEARS CURSED, OUR DREAMS HAVE FAILED!
(Outro – Fading with dissonant, apocalyptic riffs)
JERRY! YOU DEMON! YOU THIEF OF THE DAMNED!
COWBOYS’ SOULS CRUMBLE IN YOUR SKELETAL HAND!
THREE DECADES OF AGONY, MY FURY’S UNLEASHED!
THESE JERRY JONES BLUES… MY DOOM IS COMPLETE!
RRRAAAGH!

Well done.

Now try Snuff Pop.

 

[Newt]

So is the Dolphins front office really going to pretend Mike McDaniel isn’t back on drugs?

 

[boozeman]

So is the Dolphins front office really going to pretend Mike McDaniel isn’t back on drugs?

He went off them?

Lookit, I will make it simple for you, okay?

When you are losing, the capri pants seem more faggy and it just goes from there.

No offense to the gays.

 

[data]

Wentz has some talent but I think he's about as dumb as a box of rocks. And has zero pocket awareness.

Wonder if he’d still be our starter had we drafted him

 

[bbgun]

Wonder if he’d still be our starter had we drafted him

100%

 

[Newt]

He went off them?

Lookit, I will make it simple for you, okay?

When you are losing, the capri pants seem more faggy and it just goes from there.

No offense to the gays.

For me, it’s the glasses. They still have the reflection of hookers and blow in them.

 

[boozeman]

Grok programmed to be Parcells on Wentz and this game. I may have to do some more training.

Listen up, kid. We're talkin' Carson Wentz facin' his old Philly crew today, October 19, 2025, at U.S. Bank Stadium. Kickoff at 1 p.m. ET, and it's been a bloodbath for the kid—reminiscent of why they shipped him out in the first place. Eagles defense is feastin' on him like Thanksgiving turkey, and the crowd's boo birds are echoin' from back in '20. Let's break it down, no fluff.

Game's in the first half, 6:34 left in the second quarter, Eagles leadin' 14-6. Wentz? He's 12-for-18, about 140 yards—decent chunk, but the turnovers are pilin' up like bad habits. Two picks already, and they're killers. First one, deep shot to Jordan Addison, right into the arms of Andrew Mukuba—no gain, but it stalls the drive cold. Then the real gut-punch: pressure from Jalen Carter, forces a flutter ball, and Jalyx Hunt swipes it for a pick-six. Forty-two yards the other way, boom—Eagles up 14-3. That's seven points handed right back, straight from the ol' hero-ball playbook. Vikings cough up a bad snap earlier too, but Wentz's mitts are the real culprit.

Offense-wise, he's hittin' Justin Jefferson and Addison for some nice grabs—got a bomb or two—but that holdin' call on Blake Brandel wipes a TD to Jalen Nailor. Settles for a field goal, Will Reichard's 59-yarder. No scores through the air yet, and the run game's quiet. Eagles offense? Sleepy so far, but that pick-six juices 'em. Hurts and the boys march for a TD on the openin' drive, A.J. Brown haulin' it in.

Wentz's got the arm, flashes that Fargo fire, but the mistakes? They're why he's journeyman No. 6 now. Shoulder was iffy comin' in, but he's playin' through. Vikings 3-2 headin' in, Eagles 4-2— this one's pivotal, and right now, it's Philly's D keepin' 'em alive while Wentz gifts 'em extra downs. If he don't protect the damn ball in the second half, Minnesota's toast. Revenge? More like remorse.

Halftime loomin'. Whaddaya bet he tries to air it out and digs the hole deeper? Hit me if somethin' changes—I'm watchin'.

 

[boozeman]

Somehow, the Jets’ D was able to keep the fearsome Carolina O out of the end zone until now.

 

[boozeman]

Minny is kind of hanging in there.

 

[data]

Minny is kind of hanging in there.

Forever fuck them for losing the NFCC to Nick Foles

 

[data]

Forever fuck them for losing the NFCC to Nick Foles

Crazy that Foles has same playoff wins as Romo/Prescott combined

 

[bbgun]

Booze is kinda frisky today. I don't care for that.