A wondrous thing about the Internet is that people from all walks of life whose paths would never otherwise cross get to share their views. The horrendous downside to the Internet is, of course, that people from all walks of life whose paths would never otherwise cross get to share their views. It's for this latter reason that I resent the Internet. Before the Internet, I'd never met a white supremacist or a Ravens fan. I'd never been told I have severe psychological problems; been condemned to eternal hell for my non-beliefs; or called a racist, sexist or homophobe, at least not to my face. Before the Internet, I had no idea how hateful poor spellers are. Perhaps it's a lifetime of corrections that make them that way?
This morning, though, it's my fellow Steeler fans who have me staring at the knife drawer. There's no way around it: they're morons. At least the fans streaming into my home are. Listening to a call-in show from Pittsburgh, if inflicted on a prisoner of war, would be a violation of the Geneva Convention. The fans make the same dumbass assertions, over and over, unabashedly flaunting their ignorance. And the DJs patiently make the same corrections, over and over, though surely they'd rather distribute open-handed slaps instead.
Fans of other teams—same thing?