There’s vitriol, like the ‘friends talkin’ trash on a fantasy message board’ type, and then there’s vitriol, more the ‘deep-seeded memories from a horrific childhood-incident’ type. The House Rock Built exhibits the latter for us today:
God, I hate Pete Carroll. I hate his smug, dopey face. I hate his leg-humping chihuahua enthusiasm, I hate the way he jumps up and down like a ten year old on a Mountain Dew bender during the games. But mostly, I just hate Pete Carroll. There’s some sort of intangible mojo, some sort of je ne sais quoi about him that fires up a deep and primitive hatred and causes an ordinarly normal and peace-loving individual to became engorged with an overpowering urge to rip the heads off of small furry mammals and push helpless children and infirm, elderly people into a meat freezer while gorging myself on the blood of my enemies.
He goes on like this….apparently Pete’s personal website and its kickass Flash intro set him off.
Whatever the case, let’s all hope someone gets him some meds before Saturday, when Pete’s smiling visage across the sidelines from Mom Jeans is certain to push him over the edge.
If You Don’t Hate Pete Carroll, There is Something Seriously, Seriously, Seriously Wrong With You [The House Rock Built]

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