Pay no attention to your impending fate cucks. Lear at the brightly colored box we told you to spend your pathetic pay on. Drink your lightly flavored beer and throw your half eaten bag of greasy thin potato crisps at the screen in a rictus of rage. Lusciously lavish your hot and spicy chicken wings with the love you never gave towards your family or your own fitness. You are ever more the man the harder you FAN.
Gather at your local parishes, your cathedrals, your halls of worship. Buffalo Wild Wings, Hooters, Generic Sports Bar (C). That’s right cuck, that waitress is into you. Give her a big tip and maybe she will smile at you the way your wife never will. Wipe your greasy fingers upon your napkin covered rotundity, drink your beer and yell harder, it helps your team!
Wear your jersey with pride. That mans name on the back is your idol and you pay him the homage he is due. With well hidden lust you imagine meeting him, your wife in tow. You holding his jersey with signature, drooling with pride, while your wife, the willing sacrifice is taken to be pleasured. Hopefully she will tell you about it later while you hold the jersey and dream. Wetly.
Manage your fantasy team with pride! Only your brilliant direction can take the idea of staring at tightly clothed men and counting how many inches they ran on average and make it into a badge of honor. Listen to the genius analysts in finest suits talk for hours about who can run .3 seconds faster. Dream of the new shoes your hero will wear as they run across a meticulously maintained grass field. No one can count the yards a swine skin bladder moves better than you.
Watch as men years younger than you pretend to be students and you pretend to be a man. Cheer them on as they mock you and everything you stand for. Send money to the school so that your daughter can pleasure them, perhaps she will tell you about it later. Maybe one day you will experience the nirvana that is the wonderful pride a grand parent feels when their daughters becomes brood sow to a student-athlete.
If the cucks who scream at games knew they were giving their worshipful prayers would they still continue? They would cuck all the harder.