Wow, not only are you pathetic, but you're stupid to boot (or just plain lazy...I'll let you go with whatever makes you feel more special).
Let's see...you said:
'And what do you mean meek? I merely asked a question here. I was interested in your answer. You had thin skin when you came over the first time, and what do you know, minister of silly, you have thin skin now.'
Hmm...I'd say you weren't interested in my opinion when you asked that 'mere question', but were trolling for an inflammatory response. But, since that's speculation, I'll just stick to the fact that here, you obviously can't read. If you did, you'd see I have in my profile Minister of Silly WALKS. How very observant of you.
You said:
'You support and commit yourself to a franchise that doesn't give you that same level of support and committment. That's the definition of glutton for punishment if you ask me...'
To which I responded, rather succinctly, over on your board:
'Glutton for punishment' is plain and simply incorrect. 'True fan', as opposed to 'fair weather fan' is the truth. You see, what you fail to understand is, we are not fans of the ownership or the management. We are not fans of how they run business. We're fans of the team. The guys that run out onto the field, good or bad, and give it their all. That's what we're fans of. Do we have to put up with losing? Uh, gee, yeah. Does that make us a glutton for punishment? Do you think any of us enjoys it? That's what a glutton would be. No, of course we don't. We endure it because we're fans. I guess you don't know the true meaning of the word, though. It would explain a lot.
I think, and others would more than likely agree, that mine is the more compelling argument. Ah well, onward and upward.
You said:
'How sad is it that you guys dumped Jake Plummer only to get excited for Jeff Blake?'
I don't feel it necessary to deem this with a response, because though I could expound on Plummer's inadequacies as a QB, I've been over that ground a million times and do not wish to have to rehash it all. Carrying on...
You said:
'God forbid you have to endure people telling you the truth about your organization, which hasn't registered double digit wins since Disco was cool.'
I can generally agree with the ineptitude of this organization. I'm not, nor have I ever, defended it very much. Still, I have to give credit where credit is due. Check your W-L total for 1998, me boyo. You'll see 10 in that win column, as we beat the Cowgirls in the playoffs, in Dallas, no less. Now, unless I'm much mistaken, Disco wasn't really in vogue in the late 1990s. You tried very hard to sound clever. Too bad the facts were wrong. *thumb snap*
So you see, Taco, you're feeble banter is little more than base verse drivel to me, and it bounces off my verbal armor like a high-bounce ball off concrete (I love mixing the classics with modern
metaphors).
Oh, and this? 'Now go back to your crackers before the Merlot turns bitter.'?
I think I need only say you may now feel free to crawl back under the rock from whence you emerged, curl into the fetal position and commence sucking your thumb. No Merlot necessary.
Now, did you say I can't talk smack? Oh, but I can and, unlike others, I can back it up. Don't f- with a Jedi Master, son. Lol
