Channing Crowder essentially sent a message to assholes like The Dude and myself this week via his response to Pro Football Talk's Mike Florio and his assessment of our ILB. As mentioned in the comments, Florio said - in response to Crowder's belief that Florida would 'beat the shit' out of Tennessee and Lane Kiffin - that you could click on a certain CFT link or:
you can Google "Channing" and "Crowder" and "douche" and "bag."
In response to this, Channing said:
"Well, you tell Mike Florio to come to my house and call me a 'douche bag' to my face," Crowder said. "Just tell him to come to [my housing development] and take two lefts and a right and look for the house with the Dodge Ram out front. I'll be waiting there for him and he can call me that to my face and we can talk about it."
The Dude and I would like to go on record right now and unequivocally state the following:
We love you. We love you for fighting the Patriots O-line. We love you for pretending not to know where London was and what language they spoke there. We love that your father played for the Dolphins and you were a Dolphins fan growing up. We love you for your zany antics, your love for Ronnie Brown and your verbal sparring against fat, shit-filled head coaches that have a nice little start and feel like they're sitting on top of 5 supermodels licking their balls and asshole. We adore you for that. However, we do have occasional criticism of your diving into plays too late and we hope that this year you will be more of a playmaker. It's just good for everyone involved. Should you respectfully decline to play to your potential or create negative plays for the opposing offense, please do not take exception to our occasional 'tough love' jabs. We neither want you to stick your very strong foot in our ass, nor drive your Dodge Ram truck into our living rooms nor fuck any of our past and future girlfriends with your no-doubt girthy and hate-filled member. No homo.
The Dude and DRK