Don't flatter yourself. If you wanted attention, you just had to ask.
In response to your on-going inquiries: no, I’m not a fan of baseball, I am not single (it’s Mrs.), and no, the point of my post is not to draw player to player comparisons between the former A’s and the current Blazers, simply that both teams sought to win a different way from the big market teams. And Blazer fans should accept what the Blazers are trying to do before screaming about what’s wrong with Portland.
But those were all very clever and witty questions an observations, and I assure you I am thoroughly intimidated by someone that can’t find the edit button. I just want to apologize on behalf of intelligent, attractive, socially adept people everywhere, for whatever happened to you as a child that turned you into the colossal attention whore of a man you are today.
Of course, a great deal of blame lies in our education system. They obviously didn't take into consideration your special needs. I mean how were you able to keep up with the normal kids? You can barely string a sentence together. Think how happy you would have been in a classroom of your mental peers. You’d just be there all day in a room making things out of play-doe and elbow macaroni, how grand that would have been. Why couldn't they have realized that you are boarder-line retarded?
Oh, there's no reason to deny it. Your IP address and persistently antagonizing posters say it all. But by all means, please, go on.
