Saturday Trolling Confessional
Alright, I'll admit it. Sometimes the opportunity to troll a rival presents itself and I'm tempted to succumb. Yesterday the urge to surrender to the dark impulse arose...
Michael (NOT Mike) the CSR I was talking to, mentioned something about the Red Wings logo on my credit card. I told him I chose that one because there wasn't a MICHIGAN version available. Mike responded by telling me that he was from Cbus and the Red Wings version was probably a better choice, given what OSU did to UM on the gridiron this past season. I let that comment slide. Temporarily.
As our business neared completion, Mike asked my permission to proceed with the transaction. This was a fairly substantial business transaction and Mike stood to make a healthy commission upon its completion. Mike knew that. I knew that. Mike knew that I knew that.
I told Mike that he could proceed with the transaction just as soon as he finshed a chorus of my favorite song. Mike stammered and stuttered a bit, but after a little encouragement (coupled with economic incentive, no doubt) he delivered a surprisingly good and fairly accurate rendition of The Victors.
I know trolling is wrong. I know I should have felt guilty. I probably need therapy. But all I kept thinking was, FISH ON!
I'm sure many of you have some much better trolling anecdotes to share, so let this be the forum to confess your trolling sins and cleanse your Maize and Blue souls.
March 26th, 2016 at 12:16 PM ^
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March 26th, 2016 at 11:41 AM ^
I dated a buckeye that had a much bigger issue with the situation than I did. So one night when we were getting to know each other biblically I made sure she knew in the most opportune time who she was indeed with. She got real pissed, got up, stormed out of the room, then eventually cooled off and got back into bed. The details are fantastic, but I want to keep it PG for the kids...
Rivalry sex. There's nothing better.
Reminds me of my time with a Michigan State summer intern . . .
March 26th, 2016 at 11:51 AM ^
March 26th, 2016 at 11:56 AM ^
I watched the CFP with a bunch of Sparties. Let's just say they did not appreciate my openly rooting for Bama.
March 26th, 2016 at 12:02 PM ^
...I'd like to thank Wichita Wolverine for the downvote. I see what you did there. Trolling a post about trolling? Brilliant!
March 26th, 2016 at 12:15 PM ^
March 26th, 2016 at 12:15 PM ^
Like I always say...most everyone in Ohio at some point down their economic line works for someone in Michigan.
March 26th, 2016 at 12:31 PM ^
in ann arbor
March 26th, 2016 at 12:31 PM ^
when a bunch of michigan fans were trashing ohio state, i posted the score of their last ass beating on their website.
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March 26th, 2016 at 12:54 PM ^
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my grandma-in-law always wears this buckeyes hat around. So one time I ask if I can kindly get a pic of her in it. She obliges, puts it on, and we take the pic.
only later do I show her the result: that I had tacked a little extra note onto the hat after the word "Buckeyes". You can probably guess what my sophomoric mind came up with:
"SUCK"
I almost made it our Xmas card photo that year but the wife wasn't too happy with that idea.
In a Starbucks in Sarasota sat a middle aged, morbidly obese man wearing an MSU cap and a Hell’s Angels jacket. Holding a cappuccino, he approached a frail, elderly lady sitting near me. After pointing an angry finger at her UM hat, he started the typical MSU rant about “arrogant” UM fans in Ann Arbor. He proceeded to tell a long, long story about he once dealt with them. After calling him for tow-truck service outside of Ann Arbor, two UM fans once got huffy with him and complained that he was late. He allegedly retorted that they needed him more than he needed them. So he told them to fix their own car and left them stranded in a desolate area.
After finishing his rant to the elderly female UM fan, he laughed and started to walk away. But I stopped him and asked: what is a Hell’s Angel doing in Starbucks, ragging at frail ladies about their hats? He left without saying much.