This is an open letter to PRE on behalf of all the haters, the critics, the armchair warriors, the grumpy, daggy dads who vent their spleens at the slightest mishap on the footy field.
Yes, people who like to vent. Like me.
The message is simple. We like winning.
Winning is wonderful. It renders this site a fertile, sun-kissed paradise, where the optimistic, the starry-eyed, the romantic, the bullish, the passionate emerge from their euphoria to wax lyrical on players, plays, heroic deeds, the wonderland that is RFC.
So - I have a request.
After our next win, instead of scrambling to the Daniel Jackson thread, the Tyrone Vickery thread or the Damien Hardwick thread to screech WHERE ARE THE HATERS NOW?, please hold back. Calm yourself. Stop pounding your keyboards in rabid anticipation of a witch hunt, stop wearing your wrists out with trite, sanctimonious bleats of I TOLD YOU SO.
Because we are not in hiding. We are not on the run, ashamed of our rage, our unfair criticism, our needless bile.
We are enjoying YOU, candylanders. We are reading your silvery words of hope and boundless joy and BASKING IN IT.
It feeds us too. We are not so broken that we can't celebrate like the rest of you. After a win, we are so calm, so relieved, so bereft of fury, that words would just disturb our zen-like happiness.
We only find our voices in rage and anger. Call it a flaw. Call it a defect. But that is who we are.
In loss, we are Hemingway. In victory, we are like *smile* monkeys fiddling with crayons.
But we're not hiding. So how about we all jettison the hubris after a win. Because the haters are feelin' the love too.
Quietly.
Yes, people who like to vent. Like me.
The message is simple. We like winning.
Winning is wonderful. It renders this site a fertile, sun-kissed paradise, where the optimistic, the starry-eyed, the romantic, the bullish, the passionate emerge from their euphoria to wax lyrical on players, plays, heroic deeds, the wonderland that is RFC.
So - I have a request.
After our next win, instead of scrambling to the Daniel Jackson thread, the Tyrone Vickery thread or the Damien Hardwick thread to screech WHERE ARE THE HATERS NOW?, please hold back. Calm yourself. Stop pounding your keyboards in rabid anticipation of a witch hunt, stop wearing your wrists out with trite, sanctimonious bleats of I TOLD YOU SO.
Because we are not in hiding. We are not on the run, ashamed of our rage, our unfair criticism, our needless bile.
We are enjoying YOU, candylanders. We are reading your silvery words of hope and boundless joy and BASKING IN IT.
It feeds us too. We are not so broken that we can't celebrate like the rest of you. After a win, we are so calm, so relieved, so bereft of fury, that words would just disturb our zen-like happiness.
We only find our voices in rage and anger. Call it a flaw. Call it a defect. But that is who we are.
In loss, we are Hemingway. In victory, we are like *smile* monkeys fiddling with crayons.
But we're not hiding. So how about we all jettison the hubris after a win. Because the haters are feelin' the love too.
Quietly.