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Big surprise there. When he tested positive two years ago after a traffic stop he cried and whined that the test was faulty, and everyone rallied 'round, and gave him a shoulder to cry on. Fuck him, the huffing text cocksucker. Now he's banned for the first 4 games of the season. That's the first quarter of the season. This is why I cannot stand professional sports. I'll be damned text if I'm going to invest one penny of emotional capital in a bunch of dope-addled freaks. And text I pity the fool who does. Oh, I follow sports. In my job I have to. When I see customers in New York I better damned well know how many games ahead the Yankees are on the Sox. And I have kowtowed in Chicago to the fucking thugs called the Bulls. But emotionally? No sir. The very thought of wearing a jersey to a game with some other asswipe's name on the back chills my soul. How much of a loser do you have to be to live vicariously through a gump-dicked retard who can't even spell his own name, much less tell you where his $7.1
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