Sunday morning was a top 3 worst experience of my life. It goes grandma dying, dog dying, and watching a Dolphins game with Frank while being hungover. Don't take this the wrong way; I love Frank. He was one of my only allies when I first started here, but my God. Waking up at 7 AM and having to deal with the negative, fire-breathing dragon that is Frank while being hungover is something I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy.
I've watched a Dolphins game with Frank before, but it was a game where we won 70-20, so all I heard was him laughing and giggling. Little did I know there's a whole nudder side to the Barstool Beast. I always thought it was a bit, you know like 20-30 seconds he goes on a rant everyone laughs and then we watch the game. Boy was I wrong.
It's 4 fucking hours of non-stop screaming, yelling, speaking in tongue’s, chewing, biting, spitting, etc. He's got these special powers where he can make you start to believe that an injury to some hockey player is the reason why the Dolphins are losing. I didn't even know who the fuck he was talking about, but by the time the Dolphins game was over I was convinced that we lost because Jack Mother Fucking Hughes broke his back.
You ever want to know what 4 hours of Frank will do to a person? I got you: