He is BITB'ing you noobs on twitter. He knows he sounds crazy.
I'm gonna keep repeating this: We are all gonna miss dearmond when he retires in february and that loss will only be made more obvious as he continues putting together his magnus opus over the next five months. This dude is gonna douse the main decks in NASCAR-endorsed whiskey, burn the ships, and fish bowl the smoke while he staggers down the plank. Good good. January and February could be limber-nude-dlineman-in-the-library awesome. I mean, we've got a guy who can't remember yesterday who suddenly has no tomorrows.
Double space for emphasis/begrudging street-gang style respect (<--the sincere kind that comes from a real place)
Do you know what that means? I just don't have the morphemes to do it justice.