To see the glacial stare on Golden Domer's face right now.
He is gasping like a landed fish. My only regret at this moment is I am not the bearer of the unwelcome news H-F lost.
Did the rain make a shamble of your perfect coif? No spring in your step this evening? This is not the first time you have witnessed the total collapse of your credibility on this forum.
Admittedly, my ability to mock you as you have a number of H-F's opponents is limited, but it is not nonexistent. After all your chortling, your odious conceit, your taunts, your posts which amount to a Bible of laughable egotism, and your impugning H-F's inferior opponents with your thoughtless, tedious cant, H-F lost. While Domer is no doubt seeking refuge elsewhere, consistent with his pattern of dishonesty, shameless self-promotion and evasion technique, Bolingbrook poured cold water on the festivities and did significant harm to Golden Domer's brand this evening.
Given the fact you are neither a fan, nor for this matter a normal person, you will dismiss this loss by offering the same stale and unoriginal excuses of injuries, blown coverage, bad officiating, all the typical rubbish a whitewasher vomits up after an unexpected loss. Well Domer, it's a poor workman who blames his tools. You can pour perfume by the bucket over this loss, but it will emit a revolting odor for for you to withstand for an eternity.
It wouldn't be putting it too strongly to broadcast you have been revealed to be little more than an ungovernable child, constantly uttering vile calumny, who will do anything to escape the prying eyes and wagging tongues of this forum after H-F stumbles. The fact you have not emerged to offer even a scintilla of congratulations to Bones or the Raiders is definitive confirmation of what a coward you are. While you expected an evening of fawning compliments and gasps of admiration, a downmarket opponent cast aside your team as inferior this evening.
The forum's landscape is barren owing to the fact you pulled a vanishing act tonight. This, of course, is vintage Domer.
You boast, taunt, malign and threaten like a dockside bully, but your team failed to produce. Facts bear the interpretation: H-F lost and their opponent scored more than three touchdowns, utterly demolishing your ludicrous prognostications about opponents' ability to score on the Vikings. Every claim you make is well beyond your authority. You wield no power behind the stage to either reverse the past or alter the future.
The mental picture I have of you, rebarbative as it is, is of a an isolated man desperate to have a useful device to snap his addlepated mind out of a hallucination. Yes, this loss is real.
Similarly, you are a one-man wrecking ball, in a delirium after being whacked over the head by your own tool while you were at the controls. Well, this is the world you created, but instead of living in it, you flee. Flight is easy for you because it is cheaper than weekly therapy sessions and less painful than shock therapy. I would gently recommend to you when you find yourself in a hole to stop digging, but you are nowhere to be found. You are even too craven to re-emerge to present us with yet another inglorious, catharsis-like thread titled: "OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM IG88/GOLDEN DOMER TO EXPLAIN [INSERT EXCUSE HERE]" to describe another unexpected H-F loss. Explaining H-F's failure will be complex for you; I would wait with bated breath, but you are unlikely concede your errors fully and publicly.
Good God, believe me Domer, I understand this one may hurt and I hope you don't "go postal" somewhere, but this H-F loss will become a most precious and vivid memory for countless edgy members, and all at your expense.
We've seen your act for years now and it's become tiresome. Exhorting the invincibility of H-F, the common practice of dodging the forum after your team loses, the silly claims you attended ND, expecting posters to lather your a$$ when H-F manages a win, refusing to face pitiless truths, shallow bids for attention, a startling lack of imagination, your excited utterances, your thoroughly dishonest and ignorant posts, the misty-eyed platitudes, the blatant falsities, unconvincing explanations, the snark which drips from every word you post, bare claims H-F is in a class of its own, the third-grade creativity, the pitchforks-and-torches treatment you deliver to CPL schools, your feckless posts, your self-mythology, and tissue-thin arguments all amount to your irrational and biased interpretations of your life and Illinois high school football.
No one takes you seriously; you are just a talker. You have become more than an afterthought:
Neither in control of yourself nor your posts, you have been reduced a cartoonish character found on a TV show hosted by WGN's Frazier Thomas. After getting shoved off your moral Mount Olympus this evening, I hope you disappear never to return.
I understand the pull of compassion for numerous people in need. You, however, are not in need and undeserving of sympathy. With this H-F loss, understand the law of life is terrific for us, but cruel to you. To return here would only serve to beclown yourself further.
Over the last week, I have labored to imagine an appropriate re-action should H-F win the title and I think I discovered an fitting deed for the benefit of all mankind: I will tirelessly hunt for the attending physician who delivered you and sue him/her for medical malpractice.
When your head stops spinning, perhaps it will finally face front.
He is gasping like a landed fish. My only regret at this moment is I am not the bearer of the unwelcome news H-F lost.
Did the rain make a shamble of your perfect coif? No spring in your step this evening? This is not the first time you have witnessed the total collapse of your credibility on this forum.
Admittedly, my ability to mock you as you have a number of H-F's opponents is limited, but it is not nonexistent. After all your chortling, your odious conceit, your taunts, your posts which amount to a Bible of laughable egotism, and your impugning H-F's inferior opponents with your thoughtless, tedious cant, H-F lost. While Domer is no doubt seeking refuge elsewhere, consistent with his pattern of dishonesty, shameless self-promotion and evasion technique, Bolingbrook poured cold water on the festivities and did significant harm to Golden Domer's brand this evening.
Given the fact you are neither a fan, nor for this matter a normal person, you will dismiss this loss by offering the same stale and unoriginal excuses of injuries, blown coverage, bad officiating, all the typical rubbish a whitewasher vomits up after an unexpected loss. Well Domer, it's a poor workman who blames his tools. You can pour perfume by the bucket over this loss, but it will emit a revolting odor for for you to withstand for an eternity.
It wouldn't be putting it too strongly to broadcast you have been revealed to be little more than an ungovernable child, constantly uttering vile calumny, who will do anything to escape the prying eyes and wagging tongues of this forum after H-F stumbles. The fact you have not emerged to offer even a scintilla of congratulations to Bones or the Raiders is definitive confirmation of what a coward you are. While you expected an evening of fawning compliments and gasps of admiration, a downmarket opponent cast aside your team as inferior this evening.
The forum's landscape is barren owing to the fact you pulled a vanishing act tonight. This, of course, is vintage Domer.
You boast, taunt, malign and threaten like a dockside bully, but your team failed to produce. Facts bear the interpretation: H-F lost and their opponent scored more than three touchdowns, utterly demolishing your ludicrous prognostications about opponents' ability to score on the Vikings. Every claim you make is well beyond your authority. You wield no power behind the stage to either reverse the past or alter the future.
The mental picture I have of you, rebarbative as it is, is of a an isolated man desperate to have a useful device to snap his addlepated mind out of a hallucination. Yes, this loss is real.
Similarly, you are a one-man wrecking ball, in a delirium after being whacked over the head by your own tool while you were at the controls. Well, this is the world you created, but instead of living in it, you flee. Flight is easy for you because it is cheaper than weekly therapy sessions and less painful than shock therapy. I would gently recommend to you when you find yourself in a hole to stop digging, but you are nowhere to be found. You are even too craven to re-emerge to present us with yet another inglorious, catharsis-like thread titled: "OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM IG88/GOLDEN DOMER TO EXPLAIN [INSERT EXCUSE HERE]" to describe another unexpected H-F loss. Explaining H-F's failure will be complex for you; I would wait with bated breath, but you are unlikely concede your errors fully and publicly.
Good God, believe me Domer, I understand this one may hurt and I hope you don't "go postal" somewhere, but this H-F loss will become a most precious and vivid memory for countless edgy members, and all at your expense.
We've seen your act for years now and it's become tiresome. Exhorting the invincibility of H-F, the common practice of dodging the forum after your team loses, the silly claims you attended ND, expecting posters to lather your a$$ when H-F manages a win, refusing to face pitiless truths, shallow bids for attention, a startling lack of imagination, your excited utterances, your thoroughly dishonest and ignorant posts, the misty-eyed platitudes, the blatant falsities, unconvincing explanations, the snark which drips from every word you post, bare claims H-F is in a class of its own, the third-grade creativity, the pitchforks-and-torches treatment you deliver to CPL schools, your feckless posts, your self-mythology, and tissue-thin arguments all amount to your irrational and biased interpretations of your life and Illinois high school football.
No one takes you seriously; you are just a talker. You have become more than an afterthought:
Neither in control of yourself nor your posts, you have been reduced a cartoonish character found on a TV show hosted by WGN's Frazier Thomas. After getting shoved off your moral Mount Olympus this evening, I hope you disappear never to return.
I understand the pull of compassion for numerous people in need. You, however, are not in need and undeserving of sympathy. With this H-F loss, understand the law of life is terrific for us, but cruel to you. To return here would only serve to beclown yourself further.
Over the last week, I have labored to imagine an appropriate re-action should H-F win the title and I think I discovered an fitting deed for the benefit of all mankind: I will tirelessly hunt for the attending physician who delivered you and sue him/her for medical malpractice.
When your head stops spinning, perhaps it will finally face front.
