I was just fine holding all my anger inside (like real a man, I don't share my emotions) until I ran into this guy that is a corncob fan. He is the guy that didn't go to school there, lives in Kansas, and says "we" when referring to the Corncobs.

So...anyways...this guy has the nerve to say to me in a all too chipper voice: "Hey man, good luck to you guys next week. I hope it's a good game, but WE will win, cuz we are good this year!"
First off, I hate the whole "good luck" thing between fans, but the fact that he said "we" put me over the top. My mind filled with rage!! I stopped comprehending what he was saying and I lost my bearings on where I was. The only thing I could think of was going into my car and getting my 4 year old's wiffle ball bat and playing wiffle ball with this guy's ball sac (not to be construed as gay, cuz I really do hate other dude's testicles).
But because I am a little out of shape, short and the wiffle ball bat was a couple blocks away...all I could get out was..."yea, whatever."
Damn I suck!