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What's the deal with Gato?

O.G.

Waterboy
I know that he as to get acclimated to the offensive scheme, but can anyone tell why Gato only got one carry? Dayne did ok but there were a few…….few holes that were there that Gato IMO would have made it to the second to third tier. He has legit 4.4 speed, we say that in Indy so what am I missing?
 
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He's cranky.
 
If we had the ball more often I am sure we would have seen both. You have to let Samkon get the plays down.
 
I always thought Samkon Gado's name sounded like a character in Mortal Kombat.

"Luke Cage... Samkon Gado.... FIGHT!"
 
O Senor Don Gato was a cat.
On a high red roof Don Gato sat.
He was there to read a letter,
- (meow, meow, meow)
where the reading light was better,
- (meow, meow, meow)
'Twas a love-note for Don Gato!

"I adore you," wrote the ladycat,
who was fluffy white, and nice and fat.
There was not a sweeter kitty,
- (meow, meow, meow)
in the country or the city
- (meow, meow, meow)
and she said she'd wed Don Gato!

O Senor Don Gato jumped with glee!
He fell off the roof and broke his knee,
broke his ribs and all his whiskers,
- (meow, meow, meow)
and his little solar plexus
- (meow, meow, meow)
"Ay Caramba!!" cried Don Gato.

All the doctors they came on the run,
just to see if something could be done.
And they held a consultation,
- (meow, meow, meow)
about how to save their patient,
- (meow, meow, meow)
how to save Senor Don Gato.

But in spite of everything they tried,
poor Senor Don Gato up and died.
No, it wasn't very merry,
- (meow, meow, meow)
going to the cemetary,
- (meow, meow, meow)
for the ending of Don Gato.

But as the the funeral passed the market square,
such a smell of fish was in the air,
though the burial was plated,
- (meow, meow, meow)
he became reanimated,
- (meow, meow, meow)
he came back to life, Don Gato!
 
The Devil Cat. Were you joking with that question?

naaah, i think thats a perfect name for him especially since he was raised the son of a preacher...He is a kind and decent human being off the field and absolutely REEKS HAVOC in the RED ZONE...
Forget Dayne...we need to get to get EL Gato Diablo the ball.
 
O Senor Don Gato was a cat.
On a high red roof Don Gato sat.
He was there to read a letter,
- (meow, meow, meow)
where the reading light was better,
- (meow, meow, meow)
'Twas a love-note for Don Gato!

"I adore you," wrote the ladycat,
who was fluffy white, and nice and fat.
There was not a sweeter kitty,
- (meow, meow, meow)
in the country or the city
- (meow, meow, meow)
and she said she'd wed Don Gato!

O Senor Don Gato jumped with glee!
He fell off the roof and broke his knee,
broke his ribs and all his whiskers,
- (meow, meow, meow)
and his little solar plexus
- (meow, meow, meow)
"Ay Caramba!!" cried Don Gato.

All the doctors they came on the run,
just to see if something could be done.
And they held a consultation,
- (meow, meow, meow)
about how to save their patient,
- (meow, meow, meow)
how to save Senor Don Gato.

But in spite of everything they tried,
poor Senor Don Gato up and died.
No, it wasn't very merry,
- (meow, meow, meow)
going to the cemetary,
- (meow, meow, meow)
for the ending of Don Gato.

But as the the funeral passed the market square,
such a smell of fish was in the air,
though the burial was plated,
- (meow, meow, meow)
he became reanimated,
- (meow, meow, meow)
he came back to life, Don Gato!


Vinny, This is exactly what i was thinking! Nice Work! Took me right back to 3rd grade music class!
I wanted to give you some rep for it, but the server wouldnt let me.
 
sentimental ones.

So you were looking for something like this?

Alas, poor Samkon! I knew him, PD; a fellow of infinite carries for loss, of most excellent MCAT scores; he hath impersonated a running back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those eyes that saw the cutback lanes not. Where be your cleats now?
 
So you were looking for something like this?

Alas, poor Samkon! I knew him, PD; a fellow of infinite carries for loss, of most excellent MCAT scores; he hath impersonated a running back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those eyes that saw the cutback lanes not. Where be your cleats now?
nice.
 
Seeing Hulk75 in this thread was a trip down memory lane.

I'm not happy with where we're at (as a team) but seeing Hulk75 posting in this thread, posing as a Texans fan when he was only here for his big brother David...well, I am soooo glad that the Carr Chapter has relocated its camp to Carolina.

[/threadhijack]
 
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