Nephews, Uncle Chaps was gonna start a new segment this week called the "Richard Wrecker" award. I was thinking there would be many nominees. I mean, we had Chad Henne's movember mustachioed face which flat out dripped sex. We had Kevin Elliot posting pre-game tweets of himself in his cold weather gear that was absolutely adorable. Babin's tattoos had my kin folks belt tucking all over Duval. But then the Jaguars took the field. If you follow me on the twitters, you know that there is a huge difference between getting your Richard Wrecked and your Richard Crushed. We got our Richards crushed this week. The worst part of it all was getting trashed talked by those #billsmafia clown shoes. I dont mind having a bad season because we know Papa Khan is gonna save the day with bumper money. I dont mind reading depressing tweets for hours after games from fellow Jaguar fans. What I do mind is getting my Richard kicked in by #billsmafia folks because Jordan Shipley has apparently never played in the rain. I do mind the Moses type holes that went through our defense. I was flaccid the whole game. It barely moved. That is unacceptable. So, the first Richard Wrecker award goes to no one. All the Richards are zipped up and back in their home. I feel sorry for the Richards out there because they now have sads. I blame you, Gene Smith and your cold shower type GMing skills. Take off your belts, nephews. You wont be needing them for the rest of the season.