That's not ten toes in. That's a grown ass man being (admirably) obnoxious. Not hatin', just statin'.
Haha, I did exactly that too, couldn't help it. And thanks for the mention @OkaForPrez, but I'm just doing what I would be doing anyways, but instead of talking to myself, I'm writing down the things I notice. We all play our part: from incorrigible snarkiness (ahem, @Fishy, ahem), to unrelenting negativity (waaaaay too many to mention, but they help the rest of us by bringing out our indignant homerism in defense), to blind faith (@scrappy2.0). There are a few to me who separate themselves with their dogged dedication, @3uconn, @husky99, and, of course, @tcf15.
Ten Toes In, means to me that you tried to be the best teammate, the best student, the best man that you could be and that you tried the very hardest you could to do so. I try to be Ten Toes In to be the best husband, the best father, the best coworker, the best man that I can be every day. I fail a lot. But I succeed a lot too. If you can look in the mirror at night and say I did my very best today and will do my very best tomorrow even if I fail, then you have Ten Toes In.
Cool man, I can handle that pre-req. See you on Sunday, say, quarter to 4?
Hold the beer. As a fan it means that UConn basketball is the first thing you think about in the morning when you get up and the last thing you think about before you fall asleep, and whatever you think about in between is inefficient use of your brain cells.
