From the Anti-"Mother's Basement" Royals Blog, now less than 24 hours old ~RN
http://haplessroyals.blogspot.com/
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But there is a dark side. The side of the internet I want to systematically destroy. The holier than thou, I know everything about baseball, Baseball Prospectus followers (otherwise known as "Mom's Basement"). Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the website. Why is that you ask? Because they fucking charge for it! And I'm not about to pay for some shit that their mindless lemmings will post REPEATEDLY on every blog, forum and whatnot on the internet. You know who you are. The guy that goes into the forum and posts EVERY made up stat known to nerdly mankind. WARP, VORP, WHIP, BABIP, and every other weirdo stat that website has brainwashed into your daily lexicon. I don't even know what half of that shit means. But here's what I do know. YOU, yes YOU, Mom's Basement, are NOT Royals fans. You're not even baseball fans. You're STAT fans. You don't care if Jose Guillen hit 20 hrs and 90 rbis last year, something that no other Royals had done in longer that most people care to admit. All you care about is that his FRUP isn't up to VORP standards. You don't care that Mark Teahen gives more to the community of Kansas City than anyone else not named Frank White. All you care about is that he isn't the moneyball fanboy you all pegged him to be after reading that ridiculous book a few years ago. And so on and so on.
My point is, give it up. Stop pushing your stupid fucking opinions on everyone else. Just because you're a moderator or administrator of a fucking Royals website does not mean you're not a scrawny little man in real life. Everyone hates you, both on the interwebs and in real life, although you hardly notice in real life because for that to happen, you know, you'd have to put on some clothes and leave your fucking desk. But make sure you ask Mom for permission to leave the house. She still worries about you even though you're 30 and still living at home. Oops, I'm sorry I forgot, you moved into your own apartment. But, uh, guy, your Mom's basement, even if it has its own entrance is still Mom's house.
