But I'm dammed if I'm going to sit idly by while I get disrespected like that. Not when I'm doing what I do for me and the kids. Not when I'm trying to Roll My Way and Walk My Path. And I'm not asking for "fairness" or "justice" or "payback." I'm not talking about Schnarch's "covert contract." I'm talking about simple respect. As a man. As a father. As the father of her children. So -- Just. F*ck. That.
I'll take my godd*m mojo and football and go home.
OK, I'm 14 hours late to the stadium, and I see by the little red numbers in the upper corner of my screen that there's still two more PAGES of responses, but before more time slips away from me:
STANDING. F&CKING. OVATION.
That's five Puppy whistles. I don't think I've ever given more than three.
