Sweet Tea, Barbecue, and Bodychecks
Not.
Apparently some fool from a Devils fanboard took exception with this post here, and broadcast it on his message board for the rest of his little buddies to read.
One problem: he linked to the OLD blog, and I only noticed because somebody was “kind” enough to e-maul me and let me know “hey, you got linked from $board.”
Some of the comments are quite amusing (and, of course, only served to reinforce what I already knew about the fans on that particular board: that they’re a bunch of microcranial lowlifes).
all that southern slurs and babble gave me a headache in that article. What a dumb bitch. (You shouldn’t talk about your mother that way.)
“3 cups uh duh? what have you done us lately?”
What did they ever do before last year? uh duh…Not a damn thing. (Except smack your bitch asses out of the playoffs twice in a row.)
That Bitch needs a good smacking. (Come get some, punk)
Fuck those assholes, those rubes discovered hockey in 2006 and all of a sudden they bleed Canes Red and White. Wait until Carolina has another losing season so they can draw 7,000 a game again like they used to, fuck those clownshoes. (FYI kid, I’ve been a hockey fan for longer than you’ve been alive–and I’ve stuck with the Hurricanes through the down years too.)
(guess I shouldn’t tell that guy that the Devils don’t draw so hot either, huh?)
I just find it amusing, really.
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