I know I touched on this earlier in the week. But I figure, since we were the first to truly make loathing Tom Brady an art form before it became a league-wide trend, we should re-visit the fact that, yes Nation, we're living in a King Douche-free world!
As you can see above, there's already a video tribute to the big moment. And sexy reader Karen e-mailed me this link yesterday. Awesome.
I don't think I've ever seen such a world-wide show of unity, solidarity and collective glee over an athlete's injury. It almost makes me wanna hug a Jets fan. Fuck me for thinking that, but it's true. And while we celebrate, other high-minded, self-righteous douchebags (ie: Massholes, ESPN commenters, and old white men) are looking down on us and calling us classless for celebrating a man getting hurt. Fuck them in the ass with a Royal manual typewriter, I say. Because a douche is a douche. And Karma is a bitch.
BDD of Deadspin and KSK explains our justified joy over Brady's knee turning to cream corn right here. He also adds that we also all have an equal hatred for Bill Belichick, the Dark Lord of the Douche: "maybe Belichick could get hit by a cement mixer," he writes. I was the first to advocate Belichick getting nailed by a cement truck last season, so BDD and I being of the same mind on this is no coincidence. Although my Belichick-ramming cement truck had snakes and scorpions inside it.
So drink up Nation! At long last we have something to celebrate and be content about! King Douche is dead! Long live the king!