Randy Moss Motorsports has gotten its first win. Yes, it is a strange day when we post about NASCAR Truck Racing, but ya know, its Randy Moss’ team so cut us a little slack. Mike Skinner was the driver who delivered RMM’s first win on the circuit last night despite wretched weather which caused two weather delays and a shortned race.

Skinner (there on the right) has some big dreams for the future of Randy Moss Motorsports after this win:

“We got us one. It’s just really, really cool,” Skinner said. “We have a lot of effort going on here to build this whole program at Randy Moss Motorsports. We’re just going to keep digging and hopefully we can get another one or two of these things before the year is out.”

Yes, one or two more wins. Way to reach for the stars Skinner. But really, what do I know about NASCAR? Nothing at all. I do know that this is probably a better investment of Randy’s money than say thoroughbred racing or something. I wonder if more players are going to try something like sponsoring a team in the future.

Not like Gilbert sponsoring a video game team, that is just crazy, I can just foresee someone like Albert Hayensworth buing into a NASCAR team with his 100 million dollar contract…just pray they’re more better than he is behind the wheel. It could be a new trend! I mean, Joe Gibbs has done pretty well with it, why not some more athletes! Screw that dying industry of horse racing or opening restaurants with your name on it that are doomed to fail, get in on the not as badly dying industry of automobile racing! GIT R DONE!! Or something…

From USA Today

This might be the longest video we’ve ever posted here on the Deuce. At a whopping 25 minutes, here is every one of Tom Brady’s 50 touchdown passes thrown this season. While the Deuce hates feeding the Tom Brady media machine, this is a pretty good, albeit long, video. Sit back and relax, enjoy the show…oh, and Tom Brady can go to hell. There, I feel better. Don’t you?

UPDATE: Looks like someone took down that video, so here it is again, only broken up into 3 bite sized parts.

What the Patriots did to the Washington Redskins last night was the worst loss I have ever seen in all my years of Redskins fandom. Think thats a stretch? The last time they lost near that bad was in 1961 when the Giants beat them 53-0.

It got so bad for me, the Redskins fan, that Cowboys fans at the sports bar I was at were actually cheering on the team that throttled them 48-27 just two weeks ago. That is some crazy shit right there and only confirms my belief that Cowboys fans are the single worst fans in sports. Yes, worse than Eagles fans…although it ain’t by much.

Did the Patriots run up the score? Lets see, final score was 52-7…you damn right they ran up the score. New England went for it on 4th down, twice, while up over 30 points to the Redskins and they never stopped passing the ball. Think the Patriots care? Nope. “…we don’t care,” Patriots’ receiver Donte Stallworth said after the game.

Now I am not going to whine about how big bad Bill Belichick shouldn’t have done this or that nor will I complain about these random, ongoing, headset problems that seem to happen at Gillette…I am just going to say this:

Do not anger the Football Gods, New England Patriots. The Gods of the Football do not like taunting. Egos large and small have been crushed by the Football Gods. What Belichick, Brady, Moss and the entire organization are in danger of is thinking that they are bigger than the game. A beatdown of that magnitude signifies it. They don’t care, they say. Its all about the Patriots right now and karma is a bitch whore.

So, on this day, congratulations Patriots and Patriot fans, you are still undefeated. You seem to have the single most complete team since the salary cap was instituted. Nothing seems like it can stop you…until the Football Gods inevitably intervene.

Lets just hope the injury bug that has seemed to miss this team does not strike anytime soon…and isn’t brought upon by a “Bounty Bowl” III in the future.

Dateline N9ne Steakouse (Palms), Las Vegas – Tom Brady is having dinner with Gisele when he looks up and sees Randy Moss at a table across the way, wearing a bib and throwing down on lobster. He walks over to say hello.

Tom: “Randy! What’s up man? What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be studying the playbook? Hahaha!”

Randy says nothing and continues to gulp lobster tails like a crocodile on a baby zebra.

Tom: “Dude, it’s me! Tom. Tom Brady. Your quarterback?”

Randy looks up, says nothing and continues to slurp the lobster tails like a Thai boy on Gary Glitter.

Tom: “Hey it’s really good to see you. We need to do more bonding and get right so when the season starts, we can get off to a good start and Coach won’t beat me stupid like Ted Johnson while yelling ‘Grogan!’ and ‘Eason!’ and slobbering on his sweatshirt. That’s a good idea, right?”

Randy looks up, shrugs, says nothing and starts shoving crab cakes in his mouth two at a time.

Tom: “Awesome. That’s really awesome. Hey … where’d you get the seafood? This is a steakhouse. I didn’t know you could get that here. How’d you get it?”

Randy looks up, points out the window and polishes off the crab cakes and cleans the plate with his tongue like a zamboni.

Tom (waving Gisele to come over): “Hey, I want you to meet my girl. The one I didn’t knock up. Sweet! This is Gisele. Gisele, this is Randy. We’re going to play together this year.”

Gisele: “Hi Randy. I heard a lot about you. I like playing too. Yay cookies!! I want pao de queijo!”

Tom: “Yeah she’s really awesome. Smokin’ too.”

A manager comes over and asks if Tom and Randy will pose for a picture together. After a pause and a sigh, Randy slowly rises and stands next to Tom. Gisele jumps in between them and puts her arms around both of them.

Tom: “Hey man, lemme pick up your meal. It’s the least I can do to welcome you to the team.”

Gisele: “Randy, I hear you like taking your pants off in front of crowds. I do too! We’re going to be super awesome friends in no time!”

As they pose for the picture, Randy puts the calamari down and stealthily moves his hand to Gisele’s ass as a waiter takes their picture. A smile creeps across his face. He really thinks he’s going to like New England.