2- I’m not funny.
“, “That’s like the spittoon sayin' the cuspidor’s dirty.
“, “He’s like a rooster crowin' ‘bout how late the sun’s gettin’ up.
So I stuck with ol' reliable.)
Let me paint you a picture.
The year is 2024.
This is the reality were living in.
This shot came across my bow late last night when somebody @’d me in a tweet below it.
Tell me how you really feel man.”
Every interaction I have had with Brandon over the years has been pretty pleasant.
Everything prior to that was respectful, albeit casual.
I love his shoe game and always compliment him on what he’s wearing that day.
All of that said, I thought we were cool.
And that there was mutual respect between the two of us.
I get called crazy on a pretty frequent basis and just laugh it off.
(I don’t mind lazy people whoownit.
But I digress.)
Other than that, not much grinds my gears.
By Barstool Sports standards, he’s in great shape for his age.
(Not a Ben Mintz, or Devlin.)
This is the same man who rage-quits group chats because people insult the Egg Bowl rivalry.
And hes calling me sensitive?
Look, I get it.
He lives and dies with every down, every tweet, and every imaginary slight.
But for him to project his feelings-first lifestyle onto me?
I wasn’t an English major, but isn’tthatbeing sensitive?
And yes, I fully understand the irony in writing 1,000 words about disagreeing being called sensitive.
It’s not the message, it’s the messenger.
If White Sox Dave or somebody else with thick skin was calling me soft that would be one thing.
- One of my favorite people in the entire company is Brandon’s sister Caitlyn.
She’s the best.
- 5 minutes after I hit submit on this blog, this happened.
