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Written by F. Lawrence Caslin
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Sunday, 10 February 2008 |
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  I hate these guys. The ones that talk about their favorite sports team like they're on it. Like they're the starting point guard or something. Like they're the reason their team plays ...
Overheard in public ...
Dude #1: Man, we beat the shit out them last night.
Dude #2: You better enjoy it while you can. You play us next.
Dude #1: Ya'll ain't shit.
Dude #2: We'll beat the hell out of you. You can't touch us this year.
Dude #1: Shit, you're coming to our house (beating chest). Better bring your Kleenex with you.
Dude #2: Why, you need some?
 I hate these guys with a passion. I don't know them and I don't want to and they piss me off. They had beer guts the size of a small child and acted like they were out there on the court, running 40 minutes every night. Talking about their team like they had years of sweat invested in the weight room.
They couldn't run to the fridge without wheezing yet they claimed to be a member of a Top 10 college basketball team. I claim a team and call them "my team" because it's my alma mater. These assholes claim a team because the mascot logo looks bad-ass and they won something once upon a time.
These guys don't even look like they've seen a college game without a beer in one hand and a remote in the other. I wish they'd shut the hell up. "They" didn't win last night ... "they" ate a double cheeseburger and a biggie fry and scratched their asses during commercial breaks. |
F. Lawrence Caslin
