Thank you for making my middle brother’s birthday with the greatest gift he can ever receive. Well done. Now Tampa Bay can shut up and stop talking trash to me once and for all.

Since you were classless and decided to taunt me right upon the game's publishing...I wish death upon you.

Now I go silent and work on my game.

Dude, shut up. You’ve talked way too much now go do us a favor and get some class of your own out of this league while I celebrate my brother’s birthday at the expense of your downfall.

Downfall?

It was a pus*y win. I had to battle through 2 rounds and win without my MLB #1 and an elite cover CB. Both elite players, forcing me to put out all out strategies before I even got to Mitch.

I was in a garbage position and nearly got through 3 rounds.

I think you mean quarters but whatever. Those that talk too much are the ones that come up with the most excuses too.

No, rounds: Wild, Divisional, Conference.

I'm the God of this game. I don't need excuses.

Home boy got a pus*y win. We'll battle again.

You lost to him not once but twice this season.

I don't care.

Because I'm his superbowl whereas I got 10 leagues and I'm everyone's superbowl and I constantly have to contend with everyone's best. Over and over and over and over and over again.

and you, you're a little *****. I can't wait for karma to deal with you.

Now leave me the f*** alone.


Never rub a loss in my face, you hoe.

Okay whatever now shut the f*** up and be San Francisco’s b**** because you’re talking way too much to me right now knowing this is all you did because you’re so cocky and arrogant while everyone over here kisses your a** out of fear while I don’t like San Francisco and Tennessee were doing.