Really, if you’re going to identify psychological disorders on a baseball blog message board you may want to start with YOUR apparent preoccupations with “Slobbering Ozzie” and “Scrooge McLoria” being part of a much larger problem.

Well, let’s say that calling you an idiot, malicious, juvenile and a moron could be considered juvenile in itself if you were not, in fact, malicious, juvenile, an idiot and a moron. I’ve been kind so far in not adding “pathologically obsessive” to the list, since your preoccupation with the Garza-for-Morrison discussions between the Feesh and Cubs has definite pathological symptoms and I do try to be considerate of the psychological shortcomings of the profoundly disturbed. However, since you bring it up – yet again – and it has clearly become the very tether connecting you to your own quite straitjacketed version of “reality,”

I suppose there’s nothing for it but to let you go right on popping up from time to time to remind everybody that a trade that never did happen, never did happen. I think we all realize that already, but clearly, you seem to feel some need to keep reminding everyone of that, and since I can’t legally prescribe Zoloft, Effexor or Prozac for you, I guess we’ll just have to keep on putting up with your disorder until someone who can prescribe them does.

Gut mein Kind, scheinen Sie, auf diesem Tweeter für Garza Handel pathologisch fixiert zu werden. Als Kind gingen Sie möglicherweise innen auf Ihre Eltern eine Nacht, als sie mitten in dem Ordnen eines Handels waren? Hmmmmmm?

I would say calling someone an idiot, moron and illiterate is closer to malicious and juvenile than letting someone know they ficticious trade wants for their hometown team are no where close to reality.

Then again, I have been called “touched” quite a bit in that other sense too.

By and large vivabear’s comments are so impotently malicious, and his rhetorical ploys so juvenile, sententious and lame, that having him to play with on this forum is a bit like finding a small rat stuck in a glue trap. On one hand, it’s comforting to see the idiot mire himself in his own bon mots, self-contradictions, straw men, bile and general stupidity. On the other, he’s too gooped up in his own obviousness to be worth feeding to Friendo, thereby failing to save me two bucks on a pet shop feeder mouse.

So whereas I don’t wish to seem ungrateful, there’s no real need to expend much effort to defend me from what is so patently ineffectual in the first place. Vivabear isn’t much good at or for anything that I can see, but he is an expert at playing out enough semantic rope to hang himself every time he sallies forth here.

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Still, if he was even at 100 that’s pretty cool as a fan. I wonder if anyone had a gun reading on him.

But if so…crazy.