Pussy Reporter Is Upset That Supercross Got Dirt In His Grass. Um, Ok?

On an otherwise beautiful Southern California beachy-keen Saturday in January, Dodger Stadium was transformed into a giant truck stop just outside of Blythe. It was a cross between a Bret Michaels concert, an NRA convention and hog-calling contest.

Big hair, meet big air. No tattoo was taboo. More leather than Garvey, Lopes, Russell and Cey.

Dignity dug itself a hole and crawled into it. Full article here

This guy is the type of person who holds back the progress of the American nation. Anything that is different, he's afraid of, so he has to trash it and hold it back. He's the type of idiot that sees the way things are and doesn't want it to change. Innovation is the enemy. Did you know that in 1900, a man who worked for the U.S. Patent office said that every good idea/invention had already been thought of, and wanted to close the office? This guy is probably in the same bloodline. He was definitely picked on by motorcycle riders in his youth, as well. He's the guy who could see a kid with a backwards hat on and instantly come to the conclusion that he's a higher form of being than the kid, and pay him no respect at all. The fact of the matter is that you are in no position to make those judgment calls, asshole. The principle that you live by is in the same vein as that of the Ku Klux Klan, you piece of shit. I mean, has this dude ever even been to a baseball game? Easily as many drunken douches there as a Supercross. Oh, maybe not, because Supercrosses actually sell out. No one gives a fuck about your Dodgers.

All I really want to say to this guy is cry about it, dude. Seriously cry about it. The grass has some dirt in it, bummer. The Dodgers suck anyway, this just allows him to throw the blame on someone outside of the organization. Supercross is providing this asshole with a great opportunity here. He can blame the Dodgers' shitty season in 2011 on us, so he can still suck everyone's dick on that team. You're welcome, BRO. And come on, does this guy not live in southern California? If black flat brims and tattoos are so foreign for this fucker, he must stay inside a lot. Of course, that's probably why he's so bitter, because he's tired of whacking off to baseball games in the darkness of his pathetic studio apartment.

"This place, we always thought, had more specialness." Oh man, I'm weeping for you. Like, seriously weeping. Grass came from dirt, so you're welcome. Maybe you'll get lucky and the dirt will grow more grass for you to rub ever so gently with your tiny wiener. Honestly, I'll be surprised if any dirt will end up in the grass, because by the tone of this guy's rant it all ended up in his vagina.