I love you TJ Simers

I could write a couple of great columns about braying horse's-ass sportswriters.

And . . .





(And BTW: Southern Cal -- and everything about it -- blows dogs).

 

Spnited, please pick up the red courtesy phone.

 

Ben, somebody must have stolen your log-on. A person with your background wouldn't post such an idiotic statement.

 

So the entire state reads the LA Times? Shocking.

 

I think he meant Nebraska.

 

No, but the word gets around Nebraska when someone's ripping the state.

 

Gold has become my official TJ spokesperson. I have nothing further to add.

 

I know he meant Nebraska. I also know that the entire state is not, in fact, fuming over TJ's latest antics.

We — yes, I said we — are used to the whole, "Oh, look at all those simple rubes. Aren't they just precious? We suave, sophisticated urban folk would never be caught living like that" routine. Simers isn't the first to trot it out, and he certainly won't be the last.

 

Nobody is funnier or smarter at showing how so many people are just plain sheep with no brains. And I'm not just talking about people in Nebraska, but people in general. In Nebraska, they seem to fall for it more than usual.

 

Told you.

 

Back to your Scooby Snacks, knave. You mistake indifference for rage, unless "used to" is somehow slang for "angered by."

Simers, too, shall pass.