The Anatomy of A Misunderestimation.
tshile, whom one day I will lose a bet to, and will therefore owe him and his lovely wife, the honor of sharing a sandwich and a beer with myself, and my lovely wife, at our expense, starts a thread involving one of the most beloved former players in our history. This, during a time when "history" has been prevalent in many of his posts, and he misspells the name of our hero in the thread title.
Ha! Gotcha!!! Walk the plank mate!
So, in an ever so jocular way, I suggest he should be banned for 90 days at a minimum.
An equally comical Burgundy Burner, notes the toughness of the room.
To which the aforementioned tshile responds, "the mods are far too kind to me". This, during a time when tshile is trumpeting the "reported" undermining of the team because of the "relationship" between the owner, and a player.
Ha! Gotcha again!!! Twice in the same thread!!!
So I cleverly, no, check that, brilliantly, I respond with The Dagger of Irony..."Yeah, but your relationship with the mods is destroying this site".
That has to a quadruple Yahtzee score, right? I mean, that is off the hook good.
Boone, poor bastard, who after this last week, is probably thinking of a way to lure us all into an open field, and commence firing, walks into the room, filled to the tippy-top of his "I will not kill anyone today" tank, when the jest of it all flies over his head. Well holy shit! He thinks I took a swing at him, and has a Parris Island flashback.
Meanwhile, tshile saw and appreciated the humor of it all.
But by now, Boone is locked and loaded. "This is my rifle!...........
HOF44 sees this and calmly approaches Boone. "Go easy man".
Me? I'm under my bunk shaking like a Chihuahua trying to ween itself off of crack.
Boone lowers his weapon.
tshile affirms his like and understanding of my posts.
Boone inhales deeply, and the red eyes return to brown.
Boone realizes the misinterperstake, and, feeling like a big doh doh poo poo bird, sincerely apologizes.
I, being magnanimous and merciful, accept the apology, and we all hug and throw an internet "I love you man!" at one another.
And as the sun sets o'er the horizon this evening, I'll look down at my nuts, and be ever so thankful they're still attached, and in their proper location.
Hail To The Redskins!
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