This doesn't happen often, but I am (relatively) speechless. It's not because I am shocked by what Marshawn Lynch wrote on the back of this shirt. Hell, I honestly wish he had been a little harsher on this kid who undoubtedly he thinks he's the funniest person on the planet for putting a Patriots shirt in front of a player that lost to them in the Super Bowl and not getting punched in the face in the process. Instead, I am speechless because I am running out of ways in which to praise Marshawn Lynch. He's just the realest of the real. Living, breathing proof that in an age where political correctness has run rampant you can still say whatever the fuck you want, whenever the fuck you want and not worry about the repercussions. The only time 'Beast Mode' holds his tongue is when others actually want him to use to rattle off a million different cliches, and there's something so, so refreshing about how his 'IDGAF' attitude has resulted in damn near universal adoration. Who - other than bitter, old journalists - hates Marshawn Lynch? He just directed an expletive at a douchebag on the back of that douchebag's shirt and said douchebag is without question going to frame it and put it on his wall. Marshawn Lynch's personality is starting to resemble his running style, just an unstoppable force that you can help but appreciate amongst a bunch self-censoring sallies that are too soft to "run through a ma-fucka face" when the situation calls for it.
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