My God. If you put 1000 monkeys in a room with a 1000 typewriters and 1000 TVs running 1st & 10 on a constant loop, they couldn't pen a greater metaphor to describe Skip Bayless than this one right here.
Yes, they most likely wouldn't come up with any metaphors considering their inability to write, the seething Skip-fueled-monkey-rage they would be whipped into having to watch him on a constant loop, and clearly the logistics of putting 1000 monkeys in room with 1000 typewriters and 1000 TVs are completely untenable (What will they eat? Where will they shit? Will they just eat their shit? Did we just solve the biggest stumbling block to this experiment!?), but that's besides the point. THIS TWEET IS SKIP BAYLESS!
He is the kid running wild in the restaurant and talking in the movies that nobody likes but never seems to shut up. It's as if his brain wouldn't let him have this stunning moment of total clarity so it made him think that he was complaining about someone else when really the the object of his anger was him the whole time. It's just as I've suspected all along: Skip Bayless is a cheesy father-son relationship movie. It all makes sense now.
Also, kids who were clearly pissing off Skip Bayless to the point of ALL-CAPS TWEET, the nation owes you a debt of gratitude. Thank you.
