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It's great how Simers, supposedly the King of Confrontational, has nothing to say the day after he's wrong again. So tired, this kind of thing. If he were as much of a hilarious in-your-face bad-ass as he thinks he is, he'd find a way to face it head-on, rather than ignoring the games his team doesn't win. He's worse than an asshole, in retrospect -- he's a big baby.
He does make some dinky little note about Minnesota fighting so hard to win because it's a chance to go visit L.A.
Yeah. That's it.
Let the record show I made a simple comment, only to be attacked.
That was not an attack! I was agreeing with you, you big paranoid weirdo.
And now she keeps on pressing the attack. God, just let it go.
You're just mad because I render you helpless. I'm like the crane kick in The Karate Kid. "If done right, no can defend!"
The crane kick got the smackdown in the sequel, kind of like you get in every one of our debates.
This is my turf. I have you here, don't I? I don't see you starting PoolBoyBlog and making me come to you. Blogger will give you one for free. What's that I hear? CLUCKING? Yeah, thought so. I own the stadium, therefore, I am the de facto winner.
I'm just sitting here with my feet up, watching you shadowboxing against yourself. Which isn't to say I don't enjoy it.
Shadowboxing is a good term, given the general weight and substance of your counterarguments.
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