Skull Fracture wrote ...

Bengals vs. Lions
After eating Tom Brady (cannibal team dinner for the bengals) they gain... courage? And secure a spot in the superbowl against the genetically enhanced Detroit team.
17 spectators are killed during the first quarter, and while number 10, Chris Hannon (The Cannon, as he is soon to be known) dives over the entire defensive line to catch a touchdown pass late in the fourth quarter, Darryl Blackstock, having been drawn outside on a blatant fake, loses his shit. He lets loose an unearthly scream and rips Daunte Culpepper's head from his shoulders. He removes the head from inside the bloodstained helmet, drops the grisly, once living piece of flesh and bone on the ground, and hurls the blood spattered but otherwise mint condition helmet at The Cannon.
Earning his name, the Cannon produces a revolver from his trousers while dancing in celebration, and shoots down both the helmet and Blackstock. Which is why he's called the Cannon from then on.
In an unorthodox ruling, since all the refferees have been pureed, John Madden declares the lions the winners of Superbowl XLIII.


At odds of 123-1 against the bengals, with a score of 6-0, I beat the spread and win five dollars (Canadian)
I get mugged on the way home. Net loss for the evening 267 dollars.