We All Must Root For The Panthers Solely To Hear The Spanish Radio Announcers Collectively Lose Their Shit

From earlier this year:

HOLY CANOLA! HOLY CANOLA! BALLALA! BALLALA! Ah, so this is what winning, enjoyable football seems like? Because the fuck if I know that feeling. It hasn’t moved in since the win in Gillette and I might declare my dick extinct by the draft. And look at these typically mundane highlights. Those Spaniards are popping their tops off after going up two-scores in the 2nd quarter. Their balls are going to explode like pinatas when the Panthers takes home the title.

And that’s the point to why we need the Panthers to win the Super Bowl. Not only to get these amigos to go apeshit, but to have more of the exciting Spanish announcers go completely bonkers. That’s it. I’ve had enough of these boring as whaleshit, PC announcers tucking me in for sleep during NFL broadcasts. If it’s not Merrill Reese giving out a classic “IT’S GOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!”, then amigos like these should be doing every game. Actually, screw just doing the NFL. I need these guys announcing every aspect of my life. Taking a piss in the morning would be more exciting than a Tarantino film. Freaking Spaniards or Latinos or Hispanics (whatever is fine for 2015). They could make a paint drying competition or a Pres Patriots ramble not only bearable, but enjoyable to watch.

NEED another World Cup solely to hear our boy from Argentina lose his shit. Life’s good when you’ve got Un Papa y Messi.