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Originally posted by pHoBiA
I absolutely am. You rationalize your past harassment tactics in your own mind, but that doesn't mean a damn thing to anybody else. You have a lot of nerve calling this place a 1st grade board - when was the last time any of you impartial viewers made a crank phone call for the sole purpose of intimidating somebody? I'm not trying to dig up old news, I'm just pointing out why some people feel the way they do towards you. The classy people of this board would be happy to discuss football (or nearly any other topic) with you, but when you start trying your stupid intimidation bull**** with them, the gloves are gonna come off. FYI, this is our territory. You're gonna lose that one every time.
So, focus on every other topic under the sun with the exception of feuding and you'll be perfectly fine.
Again, I discover that I'm repeating myself. Sometimes, I think I'd be better off beating my skull with a ballpeen hammer.
Have you ever studied what makes you tick, JD? Do you realize that being an only child has a lot of developmental ramifications? How well do you really know yourself? Do you know why you do the things that you do? Have you ever read a book about being an only child? Here is one that I recommend: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg...glance&s=books
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the prank calls. We've been over this a million times, Phobia. So I'm going to go over it one more time, as well as a history that goes back to grade school on what makes me tick.
I think it's really sad that you need to take pot shots at the fact that I'm an only child & imply that because of that I have certain hang ups. Then to add insult to injury, you provide a link for me. Come on kid, what kind of crap is this? This isn't what football fans do to one another! This is what CHIEFS PLANET does to one another. I'm sure you are not a perfect person either, Phil. You don't see me mentioning your marital problems of the past. I know I did, but that was quite some time ago. Therefore, I thought they were going to be swept away, like our past problems. So you see, when I read you posting what's wrong with me & I know for a fact that you're not wrapped like a tight burrito yourself, it gets to my inner sanctum. But then again, who knows? You might like that.
I would say from what I'm seeing on the Petty Board Disputes & all the attacks, someone wants to keep this nonsense going. You have the audacity to tell me that Raiderhader is justified for starting out of the clear blue sky. Then you make the ridiculous statement that people have yet to do their venting toward me. Didn't you say that everyone was to move on & that this nonsense was not to be discussed? Maybe I'm confused. So what we're saying here is that I have to ignore idiots like Viper & little Ougla5. I have to let them take their pot shots, but I cannot defend myself. If you've noticed, I haven't attacked, threatened, or called anyone names while engaging a certain few this evening. Maybe you see the battle from a different perspective, but I don't think I'm losing at all. I don't think I've ever lost, Phil.
Let me bring you back from the beginning. I was 9 years old in the 4th grade. I was never the biggest kid in school or the playground. But I was always picked close to first, if not first when it came to any kind of sports. A young boy by the name of Frank Kratz, who I have the pleasure of saying is a successful stockbroker today with a wonderful family - they live nearby. Frank was almost the size I am now, believe it or not, in the 4th grade. I might be exaggerating a bit, but he was a very big youngster, probably around 150 lbs back then. Frank was antagonizing me about one thing or another. When I mentioned something to him, he told me we'd take it up after school. As soon as we engaged, Frank gave me a hearty push. He didn't expect me to come back with a nice crisp shot to the side of his face that immediately swelled his eye & ear up. Frank backpedaled & then charged me like a rhino. He buried my face into the ground & gave me about 4 good knocks to the head. Then he rested his dead weight on my shoulders & head. I couldn't move. Luckily, my head was sideways & I was able to breathe. My face was a mess at that point & people were yelling "Let him up!" In the background, I could faintly hear someone saying "Don't let him up. He's going to knock the $hit out of you again". Already Frank was breathing heavily & he wanted to get up. There was nothing more he could do to me unless he got up, & that would give me my opportunity. I heard Frank say in a frantic, trembling voice, "If I let him up, he's gonna get me". Frank sprung off me & kicked me square in my face. I managed to kick Frank with both legs when I rolled over, so as to back him off a couple feet. I stood up only to fall again & lay a body block on Frank. Something we practiced in the backyard when we played football. Frank went face first into the ground, knocked out 3 teeth, & broke his nose. He was screaming & crying & I was almost as scared as he was about what had happened.
Why am I mentioning this to you, Phil? Because this is how I run my life. I've never called for my mommy or daddy or any other kind of help, only child or not. When I was a freshman in high school, I took the prom queen's best friend to the Rolling Stones concert at JFK Stadium. I was the only freshman who hung around with seniors. I went on to date her for many months, & then went on to date the prom queen after she graduated.
So you see, this is a little story to tell you about a guy that despises weakness, crybabies, & immature little weasels. Some of your scumbag friends got called in the middle of the night because the scumbag friends deserved it. If they were in front of me, they would have gotten much more than an annoying phone call. I own a home & businesses at this point in my life, so fist fighting & rolling on the ground is hopefully long gone. Also the fact that I have way too much to lose to just provoke a fight & hurt someone. You sit here on this board & challenge me to ignore a bunch of weak & petty people. You're telling that to a person who has been strong all of his life. I took care of my home after the loss of both my parents with help from no one. So much for your "only child" talk. You have been claiming for the last several weeks that you wanted peace, yet tonight I see more unprovoked attacks than ever on your Petty Board Disputes. If there is anyone here that could probably handle himself, it's you Phil. You have the size & the military training. But you have a childish side to you, else you would not tolerate any of this, friends or not. If you were on my board & the roles were reversed, I would make it a point that you were made comfortable as my guest. We all know that's not going to happen here, Phil because my strength is too much of a threat, let alone what kind of a fan I am of my Chiefs.
I will accept your challenge for the time being. This whole thing could have been avoided if you didn't jump in on something that didn't concern you with Centanni & me. Here's another guy that thought he had the experience & people behind him to win a battle over me. From where I'm sitting, he was sadly mistaken. Again, back to the challenge. For now, I'll accept it because I like to talk Chiefs with some of the good people here. I think you owe that to me after you made it quite nasty on kc.com with your whining, bickering, & provoking. If you look on your main board, you can see that I post interesting football topics. I think the "biggest choker at QB for the Chiefs" is one example of that type of post. I do not appreciate how I've been treated. You've been telling people for over a year that you want this put to bed. It's easy to be mad at someone & come out smelling like a rose when you have other people to sling mud for you. Just remember - So foul a sky clears not without a storm.