Typically, most co-authored hit blogs contain some sort of level-headed combination of brains and brawn: the sharp, critical mental-rat in fine tune with a hard-hitting thunder-striker. Yet when it comes to the curious case of RSBS, success can be attributed to the imperious, overwhelming, one-sided wit of just one man:
Sorry, Mr. Krause. I mean, as an easy target you do make good fodder and all, but let’s face it, when it comes to verbal violence, you’re still getting raked. Just like that little league game when I was at the plate and you were coaching first base:
Whether you’re delivering a weak blow by insinuating that Albert Pujols has the ability to make me gay (he does) or stealing the St. Louis spotlight with your revisionist history that the Tigers beat themselves in the 2006 World Series, it is quite obvious that some things will never change.
And that includes me always coming out on top.
Hate me ‘cuz I’m smug, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.