I eat breakfast three hundred yards away from four thousand SouthEast Asians who are trained to pick me off. So don’t think for one second that you can come down here, flash a bit of conference knowledge, and make me nervous.
Son, we live in a world that needs rankings, and those rankings have to be made by men with the Superior Football Knowledge. Who’s gonna do it?... You? Rickrollers?...
I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom.
You weep for your losses and curse your team. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that your teams record, while tragic, luckily still made Ricky Skaggs' Power Rankings. And that my rankings, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, make sense.
You don’t want the truth - because deep down, in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me to do these rankings. You need me to do these rankings.
We use words like free angents, retirements, coaches. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to Rickrollers who rise and sleep under the blanket of the very insightful rankings that I provide, and then question the manner in which I provide them!
I’d rather you just said “thank you” and went on your way. Otherwise, I’d suggest you pick up a few high level Olinemen and put up a better record. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
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