I fucking love it! I fucking love it. Oh you don’t know what Barstool Sports is? Oh we’re the guys who handcuffed ourselves to each other in your front fucking lobby you bitch. I love watching this antbag squirm. Look at his reaction when he hears our name!
Sheer unadulterated panic. I mean if that’s not the face of a guy thinking of a lie I don’t know what is. It’s classic psychopathic liar syndrome. You can literally see him squirming in his seat. He’s glancing at the exits to find the fastest escape route. Should I run? Should I stay? Should I pee myself? He knows the walls are closing in on him. We’re getting bigger and we’re getting closer. We’re feeding off his ignorance. The Resistance is closing in. We’re coming Roger! We’re coming! Sunday is almost here. Your day of reckoning will arrive. My name is David Portnoy, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Patriot Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Tom Brady. Father to a slandered Quarterback, husband to a slandered franchise. And I will have my vengeance, this Sunday in Houston.
PS – Shoutout to Mike Florio and Profootball Talk. I’ve never made faster best friends than I have with them and their line of questioning over the last 24-48 hours. They are coming down from the highlands in droves of hundreds and thousands!