Big Tuna... Why do you follow me in my dreams.

I was watching the t.v. in between rounds of darts this evening and I noticed that the big tuna is going to joining the 'Fins. This man has caused me a lack of sleep that can only be described as a non trivial amount of time. He has coached the Giants (during the time of my life where I spent my days scribbling wide right a la Ray Finkle ), The Jets, the Pats and the Cowboys. The only team he hasn't climbed into bed with in the AFC East is my beloved Bills. I'm ok with this because you can hurt me once and I'll be O.K. with it, but more than that and you're only going to get a cold shoulder. He's in the bum category more than once. I had to hear it from Len Pasquarelli. On a side note, Len "If you steal a little boys sunshine one more time you won't be on espn anymore, you'll end up sitting down at the kitchen table and explaining to Chris Hansen that you're innocent and that you just came over to talk...nothing more" Pasquarelli. Please. For the love of god. Get a haircut that doesn't make you look like a pedophile. It was hard enough watching Burt hang up the phone on the Colonel. I see a future commercial where Stuart Scott hangs up the phone on Len and Steven A. Smith shouts "I am Steven A. Smith and quite frankly I am ashamed of you" Of course you wouldn't be able to hear Steven Smith because he will be stuffing his face with Cheese Doodles.