Shoo, shoo you stinking pile of poo!
This is way too kind a response.
@Doheny gets thanks for having re-posted the initial offering, which throughout this thread has told too little of the real story, except for the many who recognize what's going on for what it is. This is Deepster 2024:
The Big East Tourney is almost here and whining time is more important to me than anything else,
As always, I will continue to claim that I made last year happen, and nobody foresaw how good we are this year before I pointed it out earlier in the season. I'm just that special. This is the point where I again claim to be so great that I can turn to you, the common folk of the Yard, for your thoughts and ideas. Please feel free to lob your Mojo ideas and thoughts over the wall. As always, any such ideas become sole property of Deepco and require no acknowledgement. There is no "team" in I.
Trust me. Or I'll ignore you. Pay ONLY attention to the man behind the curtain, the one who threatens to hide you, the one who covers his eyes, and confidently bellows, "You can't see me." I have a truckload of Mojo already simmering in the pot right now, but don't expect me to share it like I'm part of a team that regularly assists upwards of two-thirds of its baskets. I'm no Alex Karaban, getting shut out of conference recognition while his four other starters get the mentions. What a sucker. Dude needs a publicist who cares more about pushing his prowess more than helping to make everybody look better in service to larger ambitions that benefit us all. Somebody like me, except I only do that for me, so sorry (not sorry) Alex, and anybody else who is foolish enough to think this can be done without me. Oh don't worry: if you crowd me out and the team wins, who do you think will be responsible for the win? That's right, me. Like Yertle the Turtle, I am marvelous. Nobody can do what I do. You think I confuse the wave and the water? I am both. And more. Don't you know who I used to be? I used to coulda been somebody. And I was. You could look it up. My record stands for itself. So solid that I've almost firmed up my plans for the perfect place to get braggingly plastered on game day: Nashville, Key West, Siesta Key, Lisbon, Hackensack. Do I contradict myself? I contain platitudes. I am the be all end all everything of all time, King of Pomp, Master of all Mediums. Up to 4XLarge, always in charge. You know it's so, all systems go. You want it, you need it. My hubris? You'll heed it. My ego? You'll feed it. My bluster? Don't impede it. You've been waiting for this. It's that time of the year. The daylight's a savin'. The road is a pavin' I am your iso ball master til I spend my last piaster. Heroically spinning self-kudos for winning. As always, anything you can do to adore me will be Liked. The rest of you are nothing without me. You just don't get it. I am your everything, and you love me.You always will. Or I will ignore you. Keep those DMs & PMs and Snaps & Chats and Tiks & Toks and Tweets and multi-match donations rolling in. Don't stop the carnival. Like Colonel Tom Parker, I am your barker. I'm down on my knees. I'm begging you please. Woof woof. Go Huskies. I can't wait to claim credit for everything you little nobodies contribute. I love inspiring you. It makes me that much better. Wait. It's coming
Oh, and
@CL82 ? All the Friars fans gonna post "Thank you" when they see this. You've been warned.
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