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I Hate Mike Glennon.

Okay, guys. Here it is. I realize that I'm not considered by most to be a Mike Glennon "hater." But I just cant't carry on like this. There's something I need to get off my chest. Despite my best attempts to ignore Mike Glennon's greatness, I just can't do it anymore. He's a perfectly fine quarterback. There's nothing wrong with his skills.

I just hate Mike Glennon.

I'm tired of trying to be rational about this. I hate the guy. My reasons may not be the most sensible, but I ask that you at least hear them. This has been killing me for too long. I... ugh. Guys, this is tough. I guess I'll just do it like this.

This is me.

I know I've gone by the "SpeterMan3" moniker for so long in the hopes of maybe, just maybe, making you think that I'm Peter Parker/ Spider-Man, or at least Andrew Garfield. But I am, in fact, Fred Flintstone. Yes, Fred Flintstone of Bedrock, husband of Wilma, father of Pebbles, friend of Barney. As everyone knows, I, Fred Flintstone, am essentially neckless. I have no neck. There's a chance that my chin is also my Adam's apple. I wear this giant tie around my shoulders to try to muddle the whole area and make people think that maybe, somehow, there's a neck in there somewhere. But, as you all may know, it just doesn't work too well.

So, because of this, I'm jealous of Mike Glennon.

He has enough neck to share. Same with Andrew Garfield. I'm jealous of both of those guys. I have nothing. Do I wish I hadn't been drawn like this? I do. I yabba dabba do. But this is my lot in life. I just hope that Glennon, Garfield, and Dino, for that matter, don't take their necks for granite. Necks rock. I'm sure someone out there shares this sediment.

But, I guess, that's it. Now you know why I don't stick my neck out for the guy.

I can't.

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