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Post by po'okela on Aug 1, 2009 17:38:14 GMT -5
which 2, 3 or 4 posters have the biggest rivalry on VT?
there are just too many 'my $%$* is bigger than your $%$*' conversations... hah
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Post by bunnywailer on Aug 1, 2009 18:21:29 GMT -5
which 2, 3 or 4 posters have the biggest rivalry on VT? there are just too many 'my $%$* is bigger than your $%$*' conversations... hah Ehudamahooah, My $%$* is mo' beeg dan your $%$*. |
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Post by BoilerUp! on Aug 2, 2009 9:46:42 GMT -5
Personally, not interested in people who put each other down.
I want to discuss volleyball with fans who enjoy volleyball.
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Post by mikegarrison on Aug 2, 2009 10:03:56 GMT -5
And yet, you are so "not interested" that you posted in this topic.
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Post by lonewolf on Aug 2, 2009 10:04:19 GMT -5
Personally, not interested. I want to "chat" with fans who enjoy volleyball, not boys who want to have a bragging contest. BoilerUp!.....I'm less interested than you...haha...I'm winning  |
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Post by po'okela on Aug 2, 2009 12:53:15 GMT -5
And yet, you are so "not interested" that you posted in this topic. hah. |
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Post by BoilerUp! on Aug 2, 2009 13:02:14 GMT -5
I'm frustrated. Does that = interested?
Re-reading the topic, the title and message might imply who is interested in being the best at verbal put downs. Maybe the Best Rivalry is one where only positive comments are used ?
Purdue and Hawaii were very civil to each other every time they met. I remember hearing stories about how thrilling it was for the Purdue players to get a lei from the Hawaiian players at Colorado. And the last NCAA tournament, Hawaii fans were very gracious.
Lonewolf - who do you follow ? Your lumberjack comments and Monty Python quotes crack me up.
I also especially enjoy Minnesota fans.
More blogs, please, Ruffda!
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Post by ladeda on Aug 2, 2009 13:14:07 GMT -5
which 2, 3 or 4 posters have the biggest rivalry on VT? there are just too many 'my $%$* is bigger than your $%$*' conversations... hah Would you be surprised if I told you that those 2,3 or 4 posters are actually the same person ? |
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Post by goGopherBill on Aug 2, 2009 13:20:01 GMT -5
zzzzzzzzz
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Post by Wolfgang on Aug 2, 2009 14:20:42 GMT -5
Jewel vs. BIK. Well, actually, anybody vs. BIK.
God, those were the Good ol' days of yore.
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Post by mbrooks on Aug 2, 2009 15:00:16 GMT -5
I'd say GopherBill vs just about anyone....at least on the OT board. On the regular forum I can think of a couple
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Post by goGopherBill on Aug 2, 2009 19:39:39 GMT -5
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Post by po'okela on Aug 3, 2009 14:52:09 GMT -5
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Post by OverAndUnder on Aug 3, 2009 16:35:41 GMT -5
Just because the dog at that old house with the broken down car in the front yard foams at the mouth and goes into an unrestrained barking spasm when I jog by each night, doesn't mean we have a rivalry between us. My passing by is done for my own purposes; it is entirely accidental that the occurence provides an opportunity for the dog to exercise its indiscriminate passion by perceiving me as a rival or intruder to be repelled through mindless darwinian dominance displays.
But no matter how much delight it takes in indulging its compulsion to froth and attack, and no matter how much it is convinced that its incoherent yowls are the reason I ran on past the house, at the end of the day when I'm sitting down to a toothsome risotto alle vongole e porcini, followed by an hour spent sipping a mellow Pinot Grigio while reading Weaver's translation of Calvino's Le città invisibili, the crazy dog is still merely a senseless creature driven and derided by an instinctive territorial vanity, its eyes burning with anguish and anger.
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Post by mikegarrison on Aug 3, 2009 17:07:06 GMT -5
Just because the dog at that old house with the broken down car in the front yard foams at the mouth and goes into an unrestrained barking spasm when I jog by each night, doesn't mean we have a rivalry between us. My passing by is done for my own purposes; it is entirely accidental that the occurence provides an opportunity for the dog to exercise its indiscriminate passion by perceiving me as a rival or intruder to be repelled through mindless darwinian dominance displays. But no matter how much delight it takes in indulging its compulsion to froth and attack, and no matter how much it is convinced that its incoherent yowls are the reason I ran on past the house, at the end of the day when I'm sitting down to a toothsome risotto alle vongole e porcini, followed by an hour spent sipping a mellow Pinot Grigio while reading Weaver's translation of Calvino's Le città invisibili, the crazy dog is still merely a senseless creature driven and derided by an instinctive territorial vanity, its eyes burning with anguish and anger. Excellent post, except for the pinot. I much prefer a nice semillon. (And my taste in reading seems a bit different too. I'm reading Spook Country right now.) |
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