First we joked about the SEOs, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not an SEO.
Then we joked about the middle-managers, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a middle-manager.
Then we joked about the bro-grammers, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a bro-grammer.
Then they joked about the Super Bowl—and my delicate sensibilities were so hurt I got the vapors and collapsed on my fainting couch in a cloud of melodramatic hypocrisy.
My Kickstarter will fund a scientific study of the correlation between degree of SPORTSBALL rabidness and the percentage of Neanderthal DNA an individual has.
Rewards will include ugly stickers to plaster all over your car, ridiculous clothes to wear in public, and various methods of disparaging strangers for liking something different than you.
I’ll hit a million in no time.
I don’t understand why people feel the need to crap on having fun with silly, over-hyped sporting events. Like, when others make fun of people who park badly, I’m genuinely happy for them. I don’t need to point out that I didn’t see someone park badly today. Why the need to go on about making jokes? Why no compassion for kidding around? Why do they have to rain on my parade?
Nerds were inoculated against ridicule in childhood. When you joke about jock silliness in adulthood, the butthurt hits them HARD.
Syndrome, I dub thee Chicken Jox.
This Boston station spent the first sixteen of their twenty five minute “news”cast on the Patriots game. The only way I’d want to see that much coverage of millionaires getting concussions is if that shoe had connected with Bush’s empty noggin.
SPORTSBALL does have a silver lining.
In my defense, Bridget likes boners and dislikes SPORTSBALL.