I’m glad you don’t respect me. Again you bring up kids. Let’s through juxtaposition in there to sound “super smart.”
Many years ago talking privately to some really good Penn State guys on here, I learned you can’t characterize people by their fanhood and the actions of the institution or organization. They actions can be terrible, but doesn’t outline the character of all the fans. Penn State fans weren’t supporters of child abuse. They didn’t know how to hang on to meaningful memories with family and friend. Houston Astros fans aren’t terrible humans for their teams actions of crossing the line, hitting a garbage can near the locker room. Are there tons of red flags? Sure are, but doesn’t make the father and son that shared winning the World Series together terrible human that deserve no respect because they aren’t focusing on cheating rather then their memory together.
I’m the type of person, especially due to the moments I’ve faced in life, that it’s not the sport, the team or the organization I bow down to, it’s the memories it gives me and the people I love.
So when I focus more on my moments after brain surgery, with my three kids in Michigan gear and watching them jump up and down and be so happy, I could give a damn less if Michigan won or lost. It was the moment with them, after facing uncertainty of survival of a surgery and not being able to leave bed for 5 months, but having them gather in the same room with me every Saturday that had everything to do with appreciating a moment I wasn’t sure I’d get rather that being obsessed with the win.
So MB, I hope you dislike me because over and over you characterize me a certain way and you don’t know a damn thing about my. You don’t know my priorities in life, my giving spirit to my family and friend and the amount of people in real life that are in my corner because of who I am.
You’re just a keyboard warrior that’s just an asshole at this point and I pray that you have even a fraction of good people in your corner that I have when you go through life jeopardizing medical circumstances. Until then, sit up on your high horse and show how you focus on the wrong shit in life. You’re foaming at the mouth wondering how I’m talking to my kids about Michigan cheating and I take every moment with my kids to be thankful they still have a dad and 20 months ago he couldn’t get out of bed and today he spends ever moment he can with them. Because you know what doesn’t matter? Some bitter ass buckeye fan screaming about cheating a year later. And what does matter, is the time they are getting that was not guaranteed
