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John Madden

Peyton can penetrate my backfield any day.

About Me

My name is John Madden and I am a former Oakland Raiders coach turned NFL announcer. I was recently inducted into Pro Football Hall of Fame, and I tend to state the obvious, such as "The team who scores the most points will win this game today!" and "Turnovers are the key to this game!" and "George W. Bush is a fucking moron."
Face it kids, the reality is that I am a genius. A damn football genius. And all you assholes buy my video game, which is rigged to fuck you over, by the way.
I am also fat and pasty as hell and would have man-sex with Peyton Manning if he would only allow it. I am obsessed with Brett Favre and would have sex with my sister if he would just let me toss his salad. That guy can really throw it into tight spots and come from behind... oh yes he can! Brett may be single-handedly driving the Greenbay Packers into a eternal morass of SUCKITUDE. But he's just a clutch quarterback, do you know what I'm saying? There's no guy I'd rather have out there with the game on the line... even if he is a drug dealer.
Oh, and LaDainian Tomlison is a little bitch.

My Interests

Peyton Manning's chin, Bridget Moynahan's Baby Daddy, John Gruden's visor, Bill Bellicheck's gray sweatshirt (with the cut-off sleeves), Ben Roethlisberger's giant disgusting head, Bill Cowher's spittle, Joe Buck's toupee, Tom Brady's cleft chin, T.O.'s ass muscles, Jeff Garcia's poodle, Ted Johnson's neck, Donovan McNabb's mother, Bill Parcells' man boobs, Shannon Sharpe's wardrobe. AND PLAYING BOCCE BALL...

I'd like to meet:

ANYONE! I don't care what kind of loser-degenerate-oversexed-undersexed-pathetic-immature-lose r you are!! I am a MYSPACE FRIEND SLUTBAG WHORE and I am so eager for your approval that I will add you as a friend... even if you have no idea who I am. I just don't a give a shit!
I'd also like to meet BRETT FAVRE again on a cold windy night, lying infront of a fireplace wrapped in nothing but a bear skin. Ideally, there would be rain falling on the tin roof, vanilla scented candles on the windowsill... and some condoms in my wallet...

Movies:

Movies? Who need movies for entertainment when I can have complete control of the TELESTRATOR during football games? Or watch Chad Johnson give CPR to the football after a touchdown?

Television:

Cold Pizza, ESPN, NFL Network, Sirius Satellite radio (for Howard Stern and NFL coverage).

Books:

"Catch This" by T.O., "The Education of a Coach," "All Madden: Hey, I'm Talking Pro Football," by yours truly.

Heroes:

Bandwagon Red Sox fans (but of course they don't exist because none of them think they are a bandwagon fans). Myself. And Al Michaels. And that young stallion, Eli Manning. He's just like his brother... only younger. And I like that.