- Joined
- May 25, 2003
- Messages
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Love to hate the guy, ridicule his pessimism, barf at his bloviating. However, when the Dolphins play a game, even a preseason game, something happens in the midst of it. A missed block, a poor angle, a pass off target. The coaches don't coach how we want, the RB's take a wrong hole, the LB's fill the wrong gap. There's this change comes about us. Like a full moon, causing a lycanthropian shapeshift to our very being. We become what we hate and revel in the madness of it's wake. We become Omar.