So, stalwart Penn State fans and media weenies froze their balls at the airport last night expecting Franklin to get off the plane with Joyner and Erickson. Unless they were going for the village idiot award, they came away disappointed.
Yeah, I know. The Scranton Times-Tribune said they offered Franklin the job. The “paper of record”, as it were. I’m laughing my ass off. That was last night. All the other weenies are hopping on that pseudo-scoop just so they’re not left out. People are hungry out there, and these yellow journalists are in the business of throwing scraps to foment a feeding frenzy. They all want to be right so they can say “I told you so.”
This all amounts to something Artificially Sweetened’s 12 year-old son might say when he is full of shit about something: “I’m pretty sure that …”
Alas. that sort of philosophy extends to the Twittiots, too. They all want to be the first to be right. Only thing is, they tweet six names and deny five when the real announcement is made.
“Sources”, “reports”, and confirmation of reports by sources are all we have now. Such bullshit!
Stay thirsty, my friends.
Eventually, calm and reason will prevail. Right now, believe nothing. We’ll all know soon enough. Until it is official, who the hell cares, anyway? I’m not going to be spewing conjectures and unofficial, steaming cow pies.
As we build up to orgasm, you get pumped up. Then you get the official announcement and roll over and smoke a cigarette.
Get back to work!