Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What a pussy.
Stop the fucking rain.. for two minutes!
Welcome back to Nextel Stadium in our nation's capital.
Okay, coach, it's all yours.
A 40-yard attempt for kicker Nigel Gruff, against the wind.
I’m Wiry!
Brilliant. How about a quick kick?
Yeah, you want it, Brian.
You’re a sinking ship. Don’t bring him down with you.
Together, these guys were the best tandem team of guards in the game.
Shark! You beautiful son of bitch! I knew you could do it
Bollocks!
Yeah, all right.
Them cops were just jealous of the Latino man
The entire Dallas team has crossed the picket line.
Green 86!
Let's go for the win!
It's been an honor to share the field of battle with you.
The only thing that'll interrupt Call of Duty.
-We're still waiting for the stats on that. -Personal foul!
...will soon be forgotten, you're not real players, this isn't a real team.
...and that look he has in his eye, he thinks he's gonna play.
Play game!
Shit, yeah! Quicksand's a scary mother, man.
Go!
Touchdown, Dallas.
...for the last two years, and he likes to embroider!
It's a good thing you did last night.
Nigel.
Sure.
...you need to turn them in as soon as possible.
Hear what I'm saying? My boy's been living large!
MILES AND MILES OF WOOD
You know, the club next to the airport? Pussycats.
Miles, Miles and Miles of Wood
"I will survive
Thanks John
Time out!
Hello! Anyone home? Did I hear an echo?
We are all God's children here!
Come on.
...it's "wiry." What the shit is that?
Okay, Jimmy.
But a real man...
Look!
Suit up!
Franklin catches the ball!
I was on my way to work. Do you need a ride?
Set, hut!
Its good for you
You finish what you started.
Flip 90, Dig, on the center. Ready?
...no endorsement deals for sneakers...
I don't want to make the same mistake I did in Phoenix.
Are you all right?
Kick-off!
"Sit 'em in a highchair Feed 'em with a spoon
Your mother's grave? He's swearing on his mother's grave!
It's a fake.
Bateman! Wilkinson! Come on, guys, what are you doing?
It's almost Bundt Cake Day!
I'm good.
-Check! -What are you doing?
Have mercy…
No.
Ready!
Shane's got something to tell you.
DC Right, Pro, 424 Tomahawk, on one, on one. Ready?
Sorry about this.
Yes, Bees
She had her lips done.
The score.
What the hell?
If it ain't any trouble, I'd love to get your autograph after.
He's much stronger than he looks.
Shane Falco? "Footsteps" Falco from Ohio State?
-It's a secret so you can't prepare. -How do you know?
Yeah.
Learn to sign.
Jesus!
Falco's sacked and the ball comes loose.
Piss off!
Miles and miles of Heart!
GME, you beautiful son of a bitch! I knew you could do it!
-What? -He's changing the play.
I got no complaints.
-Forget about it. -Okay.
Let's go! Let's go!
Feels good, doesn't it? One game away from the playoffs?
That's Eddie Martel!
Signs of life from Washington here.
...Number 16 in your programs...
Them cops were just jealous of the black man.
Like spiders on the field?
-Number 56 recovers the ball. -Falco!
Jump on his back!
-What'd you lose that by? 40 points? -That would be 45.
-See the game today? -No.
So, Heather, you were in Cats, which is so terrific...
Winners always want the ball with the game on the line
The 65-yard field-goal attempt is good by Nigel Gruff.
Shit.
I put the game in your hands. You got scared.
The Champion
What's all the celebrating about? We're down 17-0.