...and proud of it
Two guys I hate losing to, y'know. Both of them are jerks.
The first guy might be a perfectly acceptable person. My friend Jeremy, when he plays poker, is one of these. He's got no conception of strategy, really, or which hands one should play and which one should fold, but he has the most disgusting luck in the world. Once, he bet massively on a 5-7 unsuited hand with no help on the flop. Dude picks up a 5 on the turn and a 7 on the river.
Seriously! I was about ready to take my two aces and put them through his skull.
Anyhow, I can't really hate him for it, but he's what I like to call Some Jerk. The Sox lose to this guy on a regular basis. It's to the point where I'll look at the pitching line, see a guy who's 2-4 with a 5.40 ERA, and immediately start worrying about the outcome. We handle the Mussinas and Hudsons of the world just fine, but the Madritsches? They completely dominate us, but really, it's not worth it to hate them. They're just doing their jobs, and well enough to be appreciated, even if they do get lucky. Hate losing to them, but they're still cool.
The second guy is Peyton Manning. Just a plain Jerk.
The wonderful thing about facing an Jerk is that, if you're a Patriots fan, this is the guy they win against all the time. It doesn't matter how often Peyton smiles sheepishly after a receiver bobbles a ball, giving the sideline a "Hey, it wasn't MY fault!" look. It doesn't matter how often he wildly gesticulates at the line, attempting to impress upon the fans and the guys in the broadcast booth that he is a, and I quote, "heck of a quarterback". It doesn't matter how many long completions he throws to Marvin Harrison.
Wanna know why it doesn't matter? He'll never beat Tom Brady. Being a classy guy, Brady is always quick to meet Peyton in midfield after beating him, and he seems to be congratulatory and gracious. I know, however, that what Brady is really saying with all these polite gestures is this:
"Hey, Peyton, great drive. You almost had us there. You're never, ever, gonna be me."
And then, as Peyton's walking away, he's undoubtedly thinking only one thing:
Jerk
The first guy might be a perfectly acceptable person. My friend Jeremy, when he plays poker, is one of these. He's got no conception of strategy, really, or which hands one should play and which one should fold, but he has the most disgusting luck in the world. Once, he bet massively on a 5-7 unsuited hand with no help on the flop. Dude picks up a 5 on the turn and a 7 on the river.
Seriously! I was about ready to take my two aces and put them through his skull.
Anyhow, I can't really hate him for it, but he's what I like to call Some Jerk. The Sox lose to this guy on a regular basis. It's to the point where I'll look at the pitching line, see a guy who's 2-4 with a 5.40 ERA, and immediately start worrying about the outcome. We handle the Mussinas and Hudsons of the world just fine, but the Madritsches? They completely dominate us, but really, it's not worth it to hate them. They're just doing their jobs, and well enough to be appreciated, even if they do get lucky. Hate losing to them, but they're still cool.
The second guy is Peyton Manning. Just a plain Jerk.
The wonderful thing about facing an Jerk is that, if you're a Patriots fan, this is the guy they win against all the time. It doesn't matter how often Peyton smiles sheepishly after a receiver bobbles a ball, giving the sideline a "Hey, it wasn't MY fault!" look. It doesn't matter how often he wildly gesticulates at the line, attempting to impress upon the fans and the guys in the broadcast booth that he is a, and I quote, "heck of a quarterback". It doesn't matter how many long completions he throws to Marvin Harrison.
Wanna know why it doesn't matter? He'll never beat Tom Brady. Being a classy guy, Brady is always quick to meet Peyton in midfield after beating him, and he seems to be congratulatory and gracious. I know, however, that what Brady is really saying with all these polite gestures is this:
"Hey, Peyton, great drive. You almost had us there. You're never, ever, gonna be me."
And then, as Peyton's walking away, he's undoubtedly thinking only one thing:
Jerk
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