An open letter to my neighbors...
Five months ago I had to move here to Holland, _ichig@n. I don't like it, but the economy is what it is. We've gotten along very well up to now; and for the most part I must grudgingly admit that the people here are much easier to get along with than some other places I've been, notably Tallahassee.
There were moments when things were tense, like when you noticed my OSU Alumni license plates; but when I explained my point-of-view, you agreed that we have much in common and little to divide us. It is that explanation that I would like to finish today.
You may recall that I started by asking you how you felt about the people who were Ohio State fans just because they liked to be different. You (ALL of you) immediately broke in with oaths of loathing. I then explained that I am not like them. That I cheer for the same team that my father and grandfather cheer(ed) for. That I am loyal to family and home, just like you are. You agreed that we have that in common. We have gotten along very well since then.
There is more to this story though; and this week you're going to hear it. You know those punk-ass bitches that cheer for the rival just to be different? That's who your coach is. That's who many of your best players have been through-out the years. In fact, that describes so many of your best players through-out time that it is fair to say that wolverweenie football would be NOTHING without traitors from Ohio. Now you have a coach that is a traitorous, punk-ass bitch.
You agreed with me that traitors suck, that we both hate them and that the world would be better without them.
Well it is treason that you cheer for. It is treason that defines sun and blue football history. You have cheered for traitors as players and you now cheer for a punk-ass bitch traitor as coach. TSUN football is the essence of treason, distilled to a thick, sticky goo and poured into the empty shells of sad, pathetic, soulless wastes of human skin covered with the colors of piss and sadness.
Yeah, we have a lot in common. But there is nothing about what you support on the gridiron that is anything but revolting to anyone with a shred of decency. This week we have nothing in common. This week I'm going home to watch the Buckeyes kick some traitor ass and when I get back you can kiss mine.
Screw Blue