OT: My Sentiments Exactly
Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 11:46 amSo I was finally getting around to reading my favorite college football blog, Every Day Should Be Saturday, after basically trying to forget this bowl season ever happened, when I stumbled across this excellent diatribe against the [deleted] who wear the shirt of a team not involved in the game you're attending (yes, I'm talking to all of those who wear frickin' Texas shirts to our games). It made me smile. http://www.everydayshouldbesaturday.com/2010/12/30/1904332/a-note-on-gameday-attire#storyjump Excerpted below, with slight editing to avoid the bad word detector.
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This is addressed to you clunkminded jackoffs who show up to other people's games in your team's gear. Nowhere else in society do you enter someone else's sanctum, someone else's chosen site of sports worship, and then fart in that closed car of transit from first to fourth quarter by wearing your team's colors.
The intellectual palsy of this cannot be understated: you are literally spamming the event with your person by butting in and making the event all about you. When you show up in another team's jersey, you're saying "You know, this is all right, but my heart's really thinking about being somewhere else with a superior football team whom I JUST HAPPEN TO BE LUCKY ENOUGH TO PULL FOR OH LOOK AT ME EVERYONE." You are the single issue voter interrupting a thread about golf to declare how mad you are about that d**ned [Insert President here] and how he wastes time on the golf course when he should be getting on that economy horse! *$*%^ YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU ARE.
This game is not about you. You don't see Jews strolling into churches with yarmulkes on sitting in the wings making wanking motions during the homily. (Though the visual on this comparison does have real humorous potential.) You don't wear scuba gear to go fishing because, "Well, it's water, but it's not my kind of water-thing, but DURRR FISHING IN SCUBA GEAR." You might go to a Thai restaurant with friends and then talk about how awesome Italian food is, but this would make you what all these other things make you: a sh*tnaped tardprat who just has to insist on this being all about you.
So yeah, Ohio State couple in their forties dressed head to toe in Buckeye gear at the Alamo Bowl, where Ohio State wasn't playing? We're going to your house, and when you're making love we're going to walk into your bedroom, put on a shirt that says "SOMEONE ELSE," and talk about how awesome it would be if we were somewhere else watching another couple make love. And when the police arrest us, they'll say we were guilty of the crime. Some definition of justice, America.
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This is addressed to you clunkminded jackoffs who show up to other people's games in your team's gear. Nowhere else in society do you enter someone else's sanctum, someone else's chosen site of sports worship, and then fart in that closed car of transit from first to fourth quarter by wearing your team's colors.
The intellectual palsy of this cannot be understated: you are literally spamming the event with your person by butting in and making the event all about you. When you show up in another team's jersey, you're saying "You know, this is all right, but my heart's really thinking about being somewhere else with a superior football team whom I JUST HAPPEN TO BE LUCKY ENOUGH TO PULL FOR OH LOOK AT ME EVERYONE." You are the single issue voter interrupting a thread about golf to declare how mad you are about that d**ned [Insert President here] and how he wastes time on the golf course when he should be getting on that economy horse! *$*%^ YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU ARE.
This game is not about you. You don't see Jews strolling into churches with yarmulkes on sitting in the wings making wanking motions during the homily. (Though the visual on this comparison does have real humorous potential.) You don't wear scuba gear to go fishing because, "Well, it's water, but it's not my kind of water-thing, but DURRR FISHING IN SCUBA GEAR." You might go to a Thai restaurant with friends and then talk about how awesome Italian food is, but this would make you what all these other things make you: a sh*tnaped tardprat who just has to insist on this being all about you.
So yeah, Ohio State couple in their forties dressed head to toe in Buckeye gear at the Alamo Bowl, where Ohio State wasn't playing? We're going to your house, and when you're making love we're going to walk into your bedroom, put on a shirt that says "SOMEONE ELSE," and talk about how awesome it would be if we were somewhere else watching another couple make love. And when the police arrest us, they'll say we were guilty of the crime. Some definition of justice, America.