A Sign of Things to Come...

I found this great blog called LOLjocks. Most of you may be familiar with the LOLcats but this one is pretty outrageous too. When I saw this photo, it gave me a sense of "oh great...this is exactly how the Giants season is going to be this year."


Yes, poor little Eli is going "help me" in a tiny squeeky voice 'cause the poor boy knows he's going to get his ass kicked for the next five months.

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