You will recieve no mercy.
You are not one of us McD. You are one of them. You have sabatoged not only the short term success of the team, but the history and legacy of a once-proud Bronco nation.
Only perfection will keep us from making you the most loathed man in proffesional sports and the most hated figure in our state's history. Even a SB trophy will be viewed with a sizable tinge of disgust. Even at the pinnacle of victory, should you have such unthinkable luck, those not tempted by your traitorous, horish ways will turn their heads in repulsion, the least we can do in revolt.
You are a cancer. A cancer that has no cure, a cancer that will mar our mare franchise for eternity like the black stains on the lungs of a chain smoker. We have accepted your malignancy becuase we are shallow, deficit of thought and devolved troglodytes destined to the deep abyss unaware of our surroundings, chasing a high that exists only in our heads-ice-heads.
As one of the unbeknown and unknowing gate-keepers that has allowed the entrance of your Trojan Horse, I am left with no more words and no more emotions.
Like cold blood coming down the branch of the petrified Bellichek Tree , we have been hit with a bolt, making us numb like the poisonous pinch from a Scorpion.
You've done it Mcd. There is nothing more to say.