The color of his sick ride is Merlot…“you know, that red wine flavor.” Um, wine’s like not MD 20/20, Rudi…it doesn’t come in ‘flavors’.
So, what could possibly be the bad part, you ask? Just the debilitating pain that will rack every inch of his body every minute of his statistically much-lower-than-average post-NFL lifespan. Oh yeah, that.
Hey, Rudi? How about upping that 2.9 yards per carry average from last year? You had as many fumbles as touchdowns, dickweed. Merlot? Sheesh.
