You’re a Georgia Tech fan. You’ve had your guts ripped out two straight weekends by schools you believe Tech should have beaten. Your starting QB, a fourth year senior, sports the following line for those two games – 15 for 56, 0 TD’s, 4 INT’s, 1 Fumble (returned for a TD) – and gives out quotes to the media that sound like he doesn’t care about his play. Everyone is so down about it that the bowl game your team is contractually obligated to play in doesn’t want them there.
In short, things suck. Things suck bad.
To add insult to injury, you’re taking shit from a Clemmins fan in this blog thread about the Gator Bowl.
And at that point is where you find that last ounce of innate dignity in your being, that pride you have in yourself and your school. Not to mention that anger you feel at a moron who can’t spell ‘loser’. And so you punch back with this:
Too bad you can’t spell LOSER. You must have gone to Clemson. IPTAY. I Plow Thirty Acres Yearly.
Savor the moment.