Keep chattering online? I have stood directly in your face twice and both times you bitched out.
Go ahead and try to reinvent what happened in your own mind. I imagine it must be hard to relive the moment when you confirmed to yourself, for a second time, that you weren’t a man.
Against my better judgment, I am going to give the people what they want and respond to you. Who am I to hold back the potential entertainment value here from the masses?
I love your response because it reinforces the reason I confronted you in Charlotte in the first place. You weren't man enough to come out of the stands after the game in Ohio. I called you out and I waited on you but you avoided me.
Thirty grown men then mocked you and booed you out of that bathroom in Charlotte. When you walked out, they all laughed and made fun of you while several high-fived me. Let me paraphrase your comment in front of them before scuttling out.
"It's sad that you are trying to pick a fight with a 50/60-year-old man."
You know what, you are right about that part and I am embarrassed about it. I am embarrassed I lost my temper. I am ashamed I confronted you and I regret talking to you like a mangy shelter dog (well not that part, just the language I used).
I am better than that and I won't allow it to happen again. None of that changes, though, that you pansied out in front of thirty men when I begged and pleaded with you to fight me. And that all happened because of exactly what you are doing right now - running your mouth online while making idol threats that you can't or won't back up.
You don't have the cajoles to admit that your crotchety, beer-bellied, pornstached-wearing, out-of-shape a$$ freaked out when I confronted you and didn't know how to react, so without me even touching you, you instantly
tried to grab my throat with your girlishly long fingernails. You are a spineless, dishonest fool who was absolutely scared to death when I responded by knocking your hand away and getting in your face. I laugh every time I think about how big your eyes got when you realized it was me. Sweep the leg! Mount me! Ha! Be careful not to break a hip when doing it!
You can write a revisionist story fifty times over, and you can recruit rifle or any of your friends to support it, but we both know that you come on here and talk a big game but when confronted in person, you pansy out. You did it in Ohio. You did it Charlotte. You are all keyboard warrior with zero real spine which is exactly what I said to you in person. If I was the one who "bitched" out, I wouldn't have confronted you the first time, let alone the second and I sure as hell wouldn't have gone into a bathroom and talked to you like the used tampon you are in front of an entire crowd of men.
Like I said, I am embarrassed I allowed you to piss me off and I won't let it happen again but I know the truth. You know the truth and no matter how many times you come on here and try to save face by outright lying about it, it doesn't change that you are a coward and a lesser man than me.
Screenshot this rifle, you'll want to add it in an online diatribe half a decade from now.
"That's all I got to say about that." I gave you what you wanted. Now, I am moving on.