Stray and Rag, finding each other across a crowded room. Inevitable yet still touching. Hold tight to each other, it's gonna get bumpy.
Wow, THREE times you have whined about me today alone. Good God. But hey, show me where I said "Fuck you" or attacked anyone. Oh right, THAT never happened. At all. Yet here you are, trying to paint yet another fake assed narrative.
What is it that gets you so bothered, exactly? Is it the actually knowing shit about football and not needing to base my opinions on whatever someone posted on Twitter? Is it the Testosterone fueled posting and conversations bothering you? This IS football, a masculine game after all. I know you want to wax poetic about how sexy you find the new head coach, have sacheyed into several topics verbally spooging your love of Stefanski's effeminate dress and style and all.
No shit, we can all sense and taste your nervousness and sky high estrogen levels through the screen with these posts. At least try to PRETEND you are keeping cool and not throwing out shakey handed posts about mean ole Ragnar disagreeing with you. We all see it. We all sense it. No one respects it. You are coming off as a regular Joe nobody. Someone disagreeing with you on a web forum triggers you THAT bad?
Maybe you should find a different hobby than posting if you get triggered and last out over people having a more Educated, reality based view on the NFL than you and your copy/paste, changing with the winds opinions.
Maybe go try one of those support groups where you can find fellow beta males to hug it out and have crying circles with as you stand around in skinny jeans listening to sorry was Justin Beiber. That sounds more your speed Johnny boy.