Fishy said:People who don't like boneless chicken wings. People who don't like turkey. People who wear loose fitting garments on basketball courts that snag and mangle fingers. That Mariah Carey Christmas song. The chubby checkout kid at the grocery store who would not shut up about Star Wars. Rebounding. That America has forgotten about Burl Ives. You've discarded him. All of you. It's like he never existed. People who complain about bad grammar while using bad grammar. Jon Rothstein's Twitter account. Adam Zagoria's rope bracelets. NASA. Let's launch some f---ers into space like the old days. Mike Brey. Rick Pitino's freaky turkey neck. Fed Ex. If you ordered something that's supposed to be delivered by Fed Ex on the 24th, it's not coming. Have a backup present ready. My in-laws. I love them dearly, but I'm making a hellaciously expensive standing rib roast for Christmas dinner and they will gripe if it's not gray. Savages. Football. One brother is a Giants' fan. One brother is a Steelers' fan. Father-in-law is a Patriots' fan. I'm a Vikings' fan - it's been a long, hard road. Wrapping presents. It's stupid. Bourbon. The mall. The Weather Channel naming winter storms and then pretending it's real. The hoops you have to jump through to bet on sports. People who aren't me. You. Yes, you.
Burl Ives. that fat b*stard could really act.People who don't like boneless chicken wings. People who don't like turkey. People who wear loose fitting garments on basketball courts that snag and mangle fingers. That Mariah Carey Christmas song. The chubby checkout kid at the grocery store who would not shut up about Star Wars. Rebounding. That America has forgotten about Burl Ives. You've discarded him. All of you. It's like he never existed. People who complain about bad grammar while using bad grammar. Jon Rothstein's Twitter account. Adam Zagoria's rope bracelets. NASA. Let's launch some f---ers into space like the old days. Mike Brey. Rick Pitino's freaky turkey neck. Fed Ex. If you ordered something that's supposed to be delivered by Fed Ex on the 24th, it's not coming. Have a backup present ready. My in-laws. I love them dearly, but I'm making a hellaciously expensive standing rib roast for Christmas dinner and they will gripe if it's not gray. Savages. Football. One brother is a Giants' fan. One brother is a Steelers' fan. Father-in-law is a Patriots' fan. I'm a Vikings' fan - it's been a long, hard road. Wrapping presents. It's stupid. Bourbon. The mall. The Weather Channel naming winter storms and then pretending it's real. The hoops you have to jump through to bet on sports. People who aren't me. You. Yes, you.
People who drive slow in the passing lane, refusing to move and then when you give up and move to the left lane to drive a normal speed they speed up to keep pace with you. Then they go on the Boneyard to post how everyone else is a bad driver. Get therapy.Okay, here goes. My #1 and growing gripe has to do with the stupid, stupid, stupid drivers who think the interstate highway system is their personal Indy 500. You know who I mean. The ones who cut in and out of traffic with about a centimeter to spare. Is this you? Watch out for the Baby Boomers who are about to go all postal on your ass. I have this strange, strong impulse to go to "ramming speed" and knock them off the road and off some vast cliff (or at least speed up and not let them cut me off). I would like to get a James Bond car and shoot a little missile up their tailpipe. Or perhaps a laser to cut their car down the middle. At the very least, these evildoers should get a holiday visit from Fishy and get a solid punch to the throat.
So, it's reckless dbags on the road.
People who maintain there is a War on Christmas, just because someone wishes them, "Happy Holidays."
Even the song, Happy Holidays, has about a dozen reference to Christmas.
The Holiday season begins in late November, ends in January, and includes at least 3 distinct holidays (Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years.). If there is a War on Christmas, then Christmas won. It is the holiday season. Get over it.