I don’t mind the role, honestly.
Admittedly, I have contributed many times over to this perception.
No person in his right mind would have written the blog that got me fired.
I’m crazy, sure, fine.
But I am certainly not the craziest.
Take Jerry, for example.
I love the guy.
Genuinely believe he is the single funniest person at Barstool.
But dear God almighty, the man is stark-raving nutso.
He brought a secret video recording machine into the coed sleep quarters of his own team.
I’ve never done that.
I don’t like watching people sleep.
Haha, look at this kooky technological gambit!
Surveil away, dear Jerry.
Do I even need to say anything about Rico Bosco?
Fuck me to Farmingdale, the man is possessed by more shoulder devils than Thomas Matthew Crooks.
His incessant blinking may be the result of inadequate contact solution, sure.
Or how about Mintzy, for fuck’s sake?
Pick your preposterous, infantile head up and smell the goddamn blood in the water one time.
Kirk, Gillie, Klemmer, White Sox Dave, Smitty… around and around we go.
Buckle up and stay tuned.
