Schtick is a dumb word, evenyoubrutus. This is how I am in real life, the problem is the only writing of mine you're likely to pay attention to is me bashing Michigan. Which, is fine b/c I'm not going to lie: I don't lose sleep over y'alls tears and slander. After all, I got mines.
What's funny to me about this is I have never said anything about Brian Cook unless spoken to first. It's to a point where he's now perpetually agrieved about my alleged perpetual agrivement.
Greetings from civilization, my friends and, more importantly, my enemies. Brian blocked me on Twitter (talk about a Twitter shitfit), so I would like to come here to dispell some tropes.
1) I am a dick. This is not in dispute. Though I must in my defense, I do have an uncanny ability to grow on people like fungus on a tree. (If you think I'm insufferable now, just imagine me as a teenager.)
2) I am not sure some of you know how rivalries work. This is still a rivalry, right? I will never apologize for taking petty potshots at Michigan, who is objectively bad. Meet me in Temecula if you feel otherwise.
3) I don't know if it was a "rant" on Twitter — I'm just bemused by the fact that a grown man who sucker-punched a #teen during a pick-up soccer game is lecturing me about anger issues.
4) Jim Harbaugh will be good at Michigan, but he will always be Urban Meyer's whipping boy. I will say, however, I haven't been this nervous about a rendition of The Game in almost as long as I can remember. (Even John Cooper slayed the Michigan dragon on occassion.)
5) It's hard to type more than 100 words in a comment and not look insane, but I must add that I will be at Skeep's — a bar I know and love — in late November. I'll buy any of y'all a beer (except Brian, who will get a microwaved shot of Tequila), but I must warn you: I'm freaky fast with a shiv if you try to go that route.
Anyway, see y'all and your crusty-ass little city in 172 days. Your battle for fourth place in the B1G should be fun to watch until then. Warren G. Harding bless.
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Schtick is a dumb word, evenyoubrutus. This is how I am in real life, the problem is the only writing of mine you're likely to pay attention to is me bashing Michigan. Which, is fine b/c I'm not going to lie: I don't lose sleep over y'alls tears and slander. After all, I got mines.
... You really hurt my feelings with this one, but I will still buy you that beer at Skeep's, a bar to which I've been and enjoyed.
What's funny to me about this is I have never said anything about Brian Cook unless spoken to first. It's to a point where he's now perpetually agrieved about my alleged perpetual agrivement.
Yours in football,
DJ Byrnes
Greetings from civilization, my friends and, more importantly, my enemies. Brian blocked me on Twitter (talk about a Twitter shitfit), so I would like to come here to dispell some tropes.
1) I am a dick. This is not in dispute. Though I must in my defense, I do have an uncanny ability to grow on people like fungus on a tree. (If you think I'm insufferable now, just imagine me as a teenager.)
2) I am not sure some of you know how rivalries work. This is still a rivalry, right? I will never apologize for taking petty potshots at Michigan, who is objectively bad. Meet me in Temecula if you feel otherwise.
3) I don't know if it was a "rant" on Twitter — I'm just bemused by the fact that a grown man who sucker-punched a #teen during a pick-up soccer game is lecturing me about anger issues.
4) Jim Harbaugh will be good at Michigan, but he will always be Urban Meyer's whipping boy. I will say, however, I haven't been this nervous about a rendition of The Game in almost as long as I can remember. (Even John Cooper slayed the Michigan dragon on occassion.)
5) It's hard to type more than 100 words in a comment and not look insane, but I must add that I will be at Skeep's — a bar I know and love — in late November. I'll buy any of y'all a beer (except Brian, who will get a microwaved shot of Tequila), but I must warn you: I'm freaky fast with a shiv if you try to go that route.
Anyway, see y'all and your crusty-ass little city in 172 days. Your battle for fourth place in the B1G should be fun to watch until then. Warren G. Harding bless.