Walking away from a delusional blogger.

[Dan Slott]

You can't win an argument with the delusional. It'll never happen. Let it go.
But what do you do when a blogger says something about you that is patently untrue?
What do you do when you call him out on it, and he starts countering you with this:

"The facts (as circumstantial as they are) point to..."

And right there, when you point out that HE knows his "facts" are "circumstantial" at BEST--
And when you point him towards ACTUAL facts that will PROVE he's been wrong the entire time--
what do you do when he REFUSES to even look there?

You just have to walk away. The guy's delusional. He'll never admit when he's wrong even when he's found out.
This guy's even told me so:

"I highly doubt I'll ever have a need to admit to being mistaken, given that I'm confident that I'm not."

This is the definition of a delusion!
Well, to be fair THIS is the definition of delusion:
de-lu-sion n
1. a persistent false belief held in the face of strong contradictory evidence.
2. A false or mistaken belief or idea about something.

But you have to admit, "I highly doubt I'll ever have a need to admit to being mistaken, given that I'm confident that I'm not.", comes PRETTY CLOSE!

[ScottishGreenLantern]

What are you talking about? Is this Marvel_b0y again?

[TomBelandTSSTG]

But Dan.... those were my french fries. They were one my tray, I had the receipt and I have a written statement from the cashier that I, indeed bought them.

I'll let it go when you reimburse me, you wall-crawling food-snatcher.

[Cardinal Braxiatel]

Breathe deep. Accept that there are things you can not change. Realize that carrying anger or bitterness hurt you, not this ass. Then post a link and we can nuke the bastard.

[Dan Slott]

But Dan.... those were my french fries. They were one my tray, I had the receipt and I have a written statement from the cashier that I, indeed bought them.

I'll let it go when you reimburse me, you wall-crawling food-snatcher.

Darn it, Beland! Now everybody knows! THEY ALL KNOW!!!

Now, on an unhealthy tangent:
Best Philly Cheesesteaks & Fries in Philly: Toss up between Pat's and Geno's.
http://www.patskingofsteaks.com/Site/Welcome.html
http://www.genosteaks.com/

In NYC?
Carl's Steaks.
http://www.carlsteaks.com

And, when in the LA area, I'm partial to the wonderfully nasty fast food of Tommy's Burgers... and ESPECIALLY their Chili Cheese Fries w/ Onions. Everyone will know you've eaten it for DAYS. Seriously. The fumes they give off seep into your clothing and skin. But dannnng. Good fries! And, bonus, OPEN 24hrs.! :)
Tommy's Burgers
1717 Colorado Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90041
Phone: (323) 982-1746
http://losangeles.citysearch.com/review/70962

[Omega Flight]

Darn it, Beland! Now everybody knows! THEY ALL KNOW!!!

Now, on an unhealthy tangent:
Best Philly Cheesesteaks & Fries in Philly: Toss up between Pat'ss and Geno's.
http://www.patskingofsteaks.com/Site/Welcome.html
http://www.genosteaks.com/

In NYC?
Carl's Steaks.
http://www.carlsteaks.com

And, when in the LA area, I'm partial to the wonderfully nasty fast food of Tommy's Burgers... and ESPECIALLY their Chili Cheese Fries w/ Onions. Everyone will know you've eaten it for DAYS. Seriously. The fumes they give off seep into your clothing and skin. But dannnng. Good fries! And, bonus, OPEN 24hrs.! :)
Tommy's Burgers
1717 Colorado Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90041
Phone: (323) 982-1746
http://losangeles.citysearch.com/review/70962
Dan you are a beautiful man if you like cheesestakes and cheese fries :)

And is it me or do you have bad luck with arguments with online bloggers?

[Dan Slott]

No, it's not you. It's me. :)

I just have this thing for when bloggers go after my friends, co-workers, or put up information that I know ISN'T credible, accurate, or truthful. That stuff REALLY bugs me.

Ah well...
Heidi had a GREAT link about bloggers today. And while I think there ARE a lot of GREAT blogs out there, postmodernbarney really sums up my feelings about this blogger du jour. G'bless you postmodernbarney!

http://www.postmodernbarney.com/2008/03/oh-drama.html

[tom daylight]

The fact that you just linked to four different restaurants suggests to me that you are waaaay too interested in food...!

[joefixit2]

wait a minute, are you saying that I am really NOT God's gift to women?

[Dan Slott]

The fact that you just linked to four different restaurants suggests to me that you are waaaay too interested in food...!

And that I have scary frequent flyer miles... :)

[Dingo]

Darn it, Beland! Now everybody knows! THEY ALL KNOW!!!

Now, on an unhealthy tangent:
Best Philly Cheesesteaks & Fries in Philly: Toss up between Pat'ss and Geno's.
http://www.patskingofsteaks.com/Site/Welcome.html
http://www.genosteaks.com/

In NYC?
Carl's Steaks.
http://www.carlsteaks.com

And, when in the LA area, I'm partial to the wonderfully nasty fast food of Tommy's Burgers... and ESPECIALLY their Chili Cheese Fries w/ Onions. Everyone will know you've eaten it for DAYS. Seriously. The fumes they give off seep into your clothing and skin. But dannnng. Good fries! And, bonus, OPEN 24hrs.! :)
Tommy's Burgers
1717 Colorado Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90041
Phone: (323) 982-1746
http://losangeles.citysearch.com/review/70962

Now I have an itinery for when I eventually do that US holiday.

[Dan Slott]

From my delusional blogger at 3:30pm:
"But really, Dan…this will be the last I respond to you."

But then almost 4 hours later, he takes, my last response, move it to his blog, and... responds with (according to my Microsoft Word's word count feature) 1,009 words, 4,480 characters (no spaces), 5,531 characters (with spaces), 26 paragraphs, 113 lines, oh... and he included pictures. :thumb:

(I can't blame him. I've showed just as much restraint. And, in the end, I'm supposed to be a pro-- and he's supposed to be a fan. So... in this case, I'm supposed to let it go. And he's supposed to be a fan.)

BTW, don't ask me what his response was about. Got two delusional sentences into it and it was already off the map. :crazy:

So...

I've gotten calls and e-mails from a number of industry guys saying-- "We know his a ****, you know he's a ****, anyone with half a brain knows he's a ****. Stop feeding him and he'll go away." (Well, they didn't all say that verbatim, but when I use the **** as a form of Mad-Lib, I get pretty close).

I GET IT! They're right. I should follow their advice. I should follow my OWN advice. He's a nut. He'll eventually go away. And, yes, all I'm doing is feeding him.

[ScottishGreenLantern]

Do you need an intervention to stop doing this to yourself? :)

[tom daylight]

He needs something. I've told him enough times to LET IT GO! Dan, a more productive use of your time might be to validate those blogs that do right by you, by posting comments on them, instead of giving these idiots more visibility. Or, I dunno, write your scripts!

The Slott board's got your back anyhow. Maybe we could have a "blog-watch" here where Dan can just dump links to bad blogs that we can go and sort out on his behalf. Complete with a FAD list (Frequently Asserted Delusions).

[Dingo]

He needs something. I've told him enough times to LET IT GO! Dan, a more productive use of your time might be to validate those blogs that do right by you, by posting comments on them, instead of giving these idiots more visibility. Or, I dunno, write your scripts!

The Slott board's got your back anyhow. Maybe we could have a "blog-watch" here where Dan can just dump links to bad blogs that we can go and sort out on his behalf. Complete with a FAD list (Frequently Asserted Delusions).

So rather than deal with Dan's addiction we all just get addicted too? :P

That solution kind of assumes that logical discourse will be entered into by both parties, which just isn't going to happent.

It really is just a case of don't feed the trolls.

[Spidey004]

From my delusional blogger at 3:30pm:
"But really, Dan…this will be the last I respond to you."

But then almost 4 hours later, he takes, my last response, move it to his blog, and... responds with (according to my Microsoft Word's word count feature) 1,009 words, 4,480 characters (no spaces), 5,531 characters (with spaces), 26 paragraphs, 113 lines, oh... and he included pictures. :thumb:

(I can't blame him. I've showed just as much restraint. And, in the end, I'm supposed to be a pro-- and he's supposed to be a fan. So... in this case, I'm supposed to let it go. And he's supposed to be a fan.)

BTW, don't ask me what his response was about. Got two delusional sentences into it and it was already off the map. :crazy:

So...

I've gotten calls and e-mails from a number of industry guys saying-- "We know his a ****, you know he's a ****, anyone with half a brain knows he's a ****. Stop feeding him and he'll go away." (Well, they didn't all say that verbatim, but when I use the **** as a form of Mad-Lib, I get pretty close).

I GET IT! They're right. I should follow their advice. I should follow my OWN advice. He's a nut. He'll eventually go away. And, yes, all I'm doing is feeding him.

"Daniel-San. Must talk.

Walk on road, hm? Walk left side, safe. Walk right side, safe. Walk middle, sooner or later get squish just like grape. Here, write comic books, same thing. Either you write comic books 'yes' or you write comic books 'no.' You write comic books 'guess so,' ...just like grape. Understand?"

Well I don't understand either. But I stole it and adapted it from the quotes section from The Karate Kid. Mr. Miyagi said it, so it's gotta be wise and stuff! :IronFist:

Anyway, I've never been in your situation before (having your work read by hundreds of thousands of people, some of whom are Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs). But I have lost people I considered friends over honesty and trust issues. You just can't fathom someone who would knowingly deceive to save face or win an argument. You don't get that kind of person because you're not that kind of person. And you're the better for it. So are the people you consider true friends.

So, buck up soldier! Get back to devoting all your time and energy to my entertainment! :D

Plus, if you have a spare second, can you confirm or deny my theory about Mr. Negative (aka Martin Li)? Is his name an homage to MARTIN Goodman and Stan LEE? Or just a somewhat obscure coincidence?

[Dan Slott]

Do you need an intervention to stop doing this to yourself? :)

I'm done. No. Really. Someone just called me and gave me some good advice-- from my younger self. (Kinda of like the Ghost of Christmas Past when you think of it...)

Here's the thing: it's been a grueling week. Did a couple of late nights on a plot I was stuck on. It's done and in since yesterday. But there's been no break. I've moved on to another plot which is due at the end of the week. And I guess I've been a little testy. I really haven't made many responses on the boards to this guy in the few months since he went after a co-worker and started... well... LYING about me. I think I've shown a lot of online restraint. I made 3 comments a day or so ago. 4 comments today-- which was stupid-- and if I'd had more sleep, it wouldn't have happened. So yeah, I'm done. And I really want to thank somebody for that...

A lifelong friend read some of this and gave me a call after he saw my last post. We talked for like an hour and he reminded me of something smart that I did back when I was in 10th grade.

There was this guy in our school who was a complete @$$hole. He was always looking for a fight. Something was just wrong with this boy and the way his head was wired. He wasn't the biggest or toughest kid-- just the "jerk-iest". Everywhere he went, he was making enemies. And one day, for some minor disagreement, he overreacted at something I said, pushed my head into a wall, and knocked me down.

Back then, I wasn't the complete lump I am today. I was on JV wrestling (where I was a HORRIBLE wrestler), but still, I wasn't in bad shape. But I got up, did nothing, and let the guy walk off. My friend came over to me and said, "Why didn't you stand up for yourself?"

And I said, "Why? What's it going to prove? He's still going to be a jerk. I'm not going to change anything. And with the way he's going, eventually he'll do something stupid and pull that shit on somebody like Roger Yapp (the biggest kid in school), and Yapp'll knock all his teeth out. It's only a matter of time."

And a few weeks later he was being a d*ck to Roger Yapp-- in front of Roger's girlfriend. And Roger Yapp kicked the sh*t out of him. When my friend heard about it, he said, "Damn, Slott, you really can see into the future, can't you?"

It's a quick story. I'm glad my pal called me up. I needed to be reminded of that.

I was SO much smarter then. When did I get so stupid? Younger Dan Slott was right. I've watched this delusional blogger make a LOT of very big enemies in the past couple months. All I gotta do is sit back and watch. When you know someone like that-- and they're self-destructive-- and delusional-- they really get the job done all by themselves.

The annoying thing is-- I DON'T like making enemies. I did TRY to reach out to this guy at one point and TRY to talk things out. And he turned that around and, on the odd occasion, has tried to spin that as something to use against me. I really don't get this guy. But I think I'm good to go. Like that jerk from 10th grade, I'm more than willing to sit back, not lift a finger, and watch what happens next.

I just hope everyone can forgive me for two days worth of stupidity.

[Dave S.]

Dan, you're a stand up guy. I posted one thing that could be seen as telling people not to buy your work, though I didn't intend it that way, and you understandably deleted it. Now, most would stop there, but you took the time to write me a note about why you deleted, and you even saved the text so I could post it elsewhere if I wanted.

I can only assume you took the same approach with this guy, trying to be reasonable and fair. You can't do anything else.

This guy wants writers to respond. All of a sudden, by making this stuff up and being a loud mouth, he gets people like you and Bendis to talk to him or at least about him. It makes him feel important.

Don't feed the trolls is a very good rule to live by.

[TomBelandTSSTG]

No, it's not you. It's me. :)

I just have this thing for when bloggers go after my friends, co-workers, or put up information that I know ISN'T credible, accurate, or truthful. That stuff REALLY bugs me.

(sniff)... Dan never defends me (sob).

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[TomBelandTSSTG]

Dan... sometimes I wish folks knew how much we put into a comic book. I really do.

Because, to readers (and I was once the same), it happens from the time you buy the book and read it and it's a quick judgement. It's as though you've ordered a hamburger at McDonald's and went "feh." Sometimes, the attacks can be too personal.

They don't realize that stories are written months before that and during that time you sweat over the artist getting the visuals right and then you worry about the coloring or the lettering and then there are the re-writes... sometimes to the point where you're taking out some truly fantastic scenes for the sake of getting better visuals... and then there's hoping to GOD you got everything in the issue you wanted to.

And with all of that, you're doing it over and over again, hoping to keep it great. I can't imagine what it's like doing a series... but if it's as cool as doing one-shots, it's gotta be an amazing experience.

There's just so many gallons of blood, sweat and tears that go over these books. There really are. We're our worst critics, so... yeah... it kills us to see our fellow writers and artists either blasted online or... god forbid... have a storyline that's taken you AGES to put together spoiled on the internet because some ass needs to make a name for themselves.

Even if you don't like the story, it doesn't mean that we work extremely hard to do the best we possibly can. I know from talking with Dan that this guy fucking LOVES this Marvel gig. You should hear how freaked-OUT in giddiness he gets when he's talking about what he wants to do with Spider-Man. Jesus, it makes me run to the laptop and write comics. It's infectious.

And it killed me... KILLED ME... to hear that some dickwad was online trying to spoil a story that has taken Brian AGES to line-up and tell. It just kills me inside. This insipid need to ruin storylines continues to baffle me.

This isn't a blast at the readers. I just saying that I wish everyone could experience what it's like to do this. It's so fucking great... and it's the ultimate in paranoia. I've gone through it myself with the small number of Marvel books I've been allowed to write. I remember going over every line of dialogue of FF: ISLA DE LA MUERTA with Alejandro to make sure everything read right. I remember spending thirty minutes trying to find a place where we could slip this one joke in... and it was serious searching.

Putting a comic book together is something that takes months to put together and then when everything is all signed off and gone to press... that's where we get excited and terrified. All at once.

It's like saving up for a gift for someone special. It might take months of saving to afford it, but you know that person is going to love it. Then you buy it, take it home and wait for that special day when you can give that gift. And then you worry that they'll love it as much as you love it. And then you get a bit paranoid and you second-guess yourself, all the time, still loving the gift. And then... maybe a day before the big day, some idiot walks up to that person and spoils the entire thing by blabbing the surprise.

Really... who wouldn't freak out? I would.

Anyhoo... I don't really have a reason for writing this. I'm not a Marvel staffer, just a one-shot writer... but I sooooo fucking love doing them. I really do hope that some day every person on this board gets a chance to experience it too. I so do.

I love making comics with the same intensity and passion that Duff has in making cakes. Lily will watch ACE OF CAKES and every now and then, when Duff is talking about how cool it is to do what he does... and she'll look at me and say "that's you."

I hope this all made sense.

[TomBelandTSSTG]

A lifelong friend read some of this and gave me a call after he saw my last post. We talked for like an hour and he reminded me of something smart that I did back when I was in 10th grade.

There was this guy in our school who was a complete @$$hole. He was always looking for a fight. Something was just wrong with this boy and the way his head was wired. He wasn't the biggest or toughest kid-- just the "jerk-iest". Everywhere he went, he was making enemies. And one day, for some minor disagreement, he overreacted at something I said, pushed my head into a wall, and knocked me down.

Back then, I wasn't the complete lump I am today. I was on JV wrestling (where I was a HORRIBLE wrestler), but still, I wasn't in bad shape. But I got up, did nothing, and let the guy walk off. My friend came over to me and said, "Why didn't you stand up for yourself?"

And I said, "Why? What's it going to prove? He's still going to be a jerk. I'm not going to change anything. And with the way he's going, eventually he'll do something stupid and pull that shit on somebody like Roger Yapp (the biggest kid in school), and Yapp'll knock all his teeth out. It's only a matter of time."

This is why you're writing Spider-Man. You get it. We've both been Peter Parker in high school.

I once worked with a girl who was having boyfriend troubles. I told her that she should dump the jerk and she could have someone else in a heartbeat. So... one day she tells me that she took my advice and dumped him.

He was the biggest ass-jock in school. She told him I gave her the advice and this guy told me in gym class that I was a dead man. It may sound funny, but for three months this guy made my life a living hell. He chased me all over school.. followed me home with his gang of jock pals... he shoved, pushed and tripped me for what seemed like eternity.

All this time, my mother was dying of cancer. I did nothing. It wasn't worth it to me to do anything. A lot of my friends offered to help me with him, but I told them not to get involved.

One day, in locker room, he shoved me and I tripped over the bench to the floor and he laughed all the way to his locker. It hurt like a motherfucker.

Then he says to me (never forget this line) "Yeah, Beland... cry. Go crying to your mother... you ain't got much time left to do it." meaning my mother was near death.

I got up and, as he was pulling his shirt over his head, I yanked the shirt tight and shoved him to the ground and started pummeling him. I mean... I worked this fucker over to the point where his gym shirt was red. I wailed on him in this insane Wolverine beserker-rage for about fifteen straight minutes until the gym teacher pulled me off him.

He had a broken nose and lost a tooth. And for the rest of the school year that missing tooth reminded him that the art/drama nerd kicked his ass. He didn't come near me the rest of the year. It remains the only time I fought someone.

I think Parker would've done the same to Flash Thompson if Flash ridiculed Pete's aunt.

[Dingo]

Holy crap, Tom is right, Dan is Peter Parker!

Well Dan, you just have to think of this a Brand New Day for you with regards to online trolls.



This isn't a blast at the readers. I just saying that I wish everyone could experience what it's like to do this. It's so fucking great... and it's the ultimate in paranoia. I've gone through it myself with the small number of Marvel books I've been allowed to write. I remember going over every line of dialogue of FF: ISLA DE LA MUERTA with Alejandro to make sure everything read right. I remember spending thirty minutes trying to find a place where we could slip this one joke in... and it was serious searching.

Putting a comic book together is something that takes months to put together and then when everything is all signed off and gone to press... that's where we get excited and terrified. All at once.

It's like saving up for a gift for someone special. It might take months of saving to afford it, but you know that person is going to love it. Then you buy it, take it home and wait for that special day when you can give that gift. And then you worry that they'll love it as much as you love it. And then you get a bit paranoid and you second-guess yourself, all the time, still loving the gift. And then... maybe a day before the big day, some idiot walks up to that person and spoils the entire thing by blabbing the surprise.

Really... who wouldn't freak out? I would.


For what it is worth, I absolutely loved Isla De La Muerta. It was a great gift.

Also, I must admit due to some stupid level of superstition I seem to have, I was more worried reading that comic than any other I have ever read.
A friend of mine pointed out that recently Seth Fisher and Mike Wieringo had both passed away shortly after working on Fantastic Four mini's, so I am not kidding at all when I say that I was actually concerned for your saftey when reading it.

[Dan Slott]

Tom,
A couple posts ago, you nailed it. That is the EXACT feeling of putting out a monthly comic! :)
Now the odd thing about us is-- like in your story-- I broke a kid's tooth in high school as well. But in my case, it had the exact opposite effect.

Like I mentioned before, I was on the school's JV wrestling team, where I was a HORRIBLE wrestler. I did this for two years and in that time I only won 3 matches that were NOT on account of forfeits (the other player not showing up). One of those three matches I won because I smashed a kid's face into the mat with a poorly executed (though legal) move, and broke one of the kid's two front teeth. There was a lot of blood, and the boy was rushed out of the gym and taken to a dentist. Since he couldn't finish the match, it was awarded to me.

It was not a happy victory. I felt horrible. There have been very few times in my life where I've caused someone to bleed. It's not something I'm proud of. And that was the first (and only) victory from my first year of wrestling.

After that, every time my school would go up against that team-- and all through my second year of wrestling too-- that wrestler would sit across the mat from me, stare me down, and bare his teeth-- kind of like a dog or a wolf. Sometimes he'd point to his front tooth or tap-tap-tap it from below with his finger nail. I'd get so psyched out by this that I'd swear I could hear the tapping from across the mat.

And here's the thing-- the dentist who made him part of a fake tooth did an AWFUL job matching the color. His teeth were on the yellow side, but the fake part of his tooth was a crisp, bright white. It did not look good.

Now in wrestling, you can always wrestle in a weight class HIGHER than yours, but never lower. And I thought I was safe from this kids revenge, because since our first match, I'd put on some pounds and I was in a different bracket. But no. This guy was gunning for me-- and HE didn't mind wrestling outside his weight class.

No matter if I went up or down that weight class, he always went after me. And he ALWAYS kicked my ass. And he never pinned me right away to get the match over. No. He was good. He would use whatever holds and/or pins that would cause the most massive amount of pain and/or suffering... and would suddenly let go right BEFORE he had a pin-- to drag out the match for as LONG as possible. And this went on for the rest of that season. And the next year.

The second of my other two "victories" involved a time where there was a girl on the other team . (This was the 1980's, so that was still something shocking). And my coach made me go up against her. I was horrified. I was the worst wrestler on the team, and I knew if I lost to a girl I would never hear the end of it. So I did my damn best. And I won decisively. And my team laughed about it. And moved on. And when I was alone I thanked God that I didn't lose that match.

My third-- and only REAL victory happened in my last match of my last season. It's a funny story. It was against overwhelming odds. There was a cute girl in the audience. And, well, it's a little inspirational, kinda like the movie RUDY-- but without a soundtrack-- and with only about forty or fifty people watching from the bleachers. But it's still a good story, so let's save that one for another day.

[Omega Flight]

Tom,
A couple posts ago, you nailed it. That is the EXACT feeling of putting out a monthly comic! :)
Now the odd thing about us is-- like in your story-- I broke a kid's tooth in high school as well. But in my case, it had the exact opposite effect.

Like I mentioned before, I was on the school's JV wrestling team, where I was a HORRIBLE wrestler. I did this for two years and in that time I only won 3 matches that were NOT on account of forfeits (the other player not showing up). One of those three matches I won because I smashed a kid's face into the mat with a poorly executed (though legal) move, and broke one of the kid's two front teeth. There was a lot of blood, and the boy was rushed out of the gym and taken to a dentist. Since he couldn't finish the match, it was awarded to me.

It was not a happy victory. I felt horrible. There have been very few times in my life where I've caused someone to bleed. It's not something I'm proud of. And that was the first (and only) victory from my first year of wrestling.

After that, every time my school would go up against that team-- and all through my second year of wrestling too-- that wrestler would sit across the mat from me, stare me down, and bare his teeth-- kind of like a dog or a wolf. Sometimes he'd point to his front tooth or tap-tap-tap it from below with his finger nail. I'd get so psyched out by this that I'd swear I could hear the tapping from across the mat.

And here's the thing-- the dentist who made him part of a fake tooth did an AWFUL job matching the color. His teeth were on the yellow side, but the fake part of his tooth was a crisp, bright white. It did not look good.

Now in wrestling, you can always wrestle in a weight class HIGHER than yours, but never lower. And I thought I was safe from this kids revenge, because since our first match, I'd put on some pounds and I was in a different bracket. But no. This guy was gunning for me-- and HE didn't mind wrestling outside his weight class.

No matter if I went up or down that weight class, he always went after me. And he ALWAYS kicked my ass. And he never pinned me right away to get the match over. No. He was good. He would use whatever holds and/or pins that would cause the most massive amount of pain and/or suffering... and would suddenly let go right BEFORE he had a pin-- to drag out the match for as LONG as possible. And this went on for the rest of that season. And the next year.

The second of my other two "victories" involved a time where there was a girl on the other team . (This was the 1980's, so that was still something shocking). And my coach made me go up against her. I was horrified. I was the worst wrestler on the team, and I knew if I lost to a girl I would never hear the end of it. So I did my damn best. And I won decisively. And my team laughed about it. And moved on. And when I was alone I thanked God that I didn't lose that match.

My third-- and only REAL victory happened in my last match of my last season. It's a funny story. It was against overwhelming odds. There was a cute girl in the audience. And, well, it's a little inspirational, kinda like the movie RUDY-- but without a soundtrack-- and with only about forty or fifty people watching from the bleachers. But it's still a good story, so let's save that one for another day.

Aw cmon Dan tell us about ıt. Unfortunatly I dont have a Peter Parker story lıke you guys but stıll thıs ıs pretty ınspıratıonal.

[Arion]

Dan you are a beautiful man if you like cheesestakes and cheese fries :)



He is a wonderful guy.