I've had my 10,000th post planned for years. I intended to roast the site's more prominent bozos, and the post was to feature a ton of inside jokes. But some things aren't meant to be - NFL 2K6, for instance - and like a true Philadelphian, my journey stops short of reaching that milestone.
It's hard to believe I've been reading this site since I was 12 years old. That was so long ago that, judging by many of the posts here, a bunch of you weren't even born yet. I've posted more than sanity would dictate, served with distinction as a Nazi, and even written for the site's front page, which apparently does exist. I ran the OS NFL Suicide Pool for years, even though I'd always swear I'd never put myself through that again, only to - like an Alzheimer's patient - volunteer again the next year.
But they say all good things come to an end, and so too does my tenure here at Operation Sports. I'm headed off to bigger and better things - which may or may not involve working on an unspecified football game for an unspecified company located just north of San Francisco - and it's no longer a priority for me to play sports games and ban imbeciles here any more.
I may pop in on occasion to criticize some dolt in the baseball forum who thinks Ryan Howard is better than Albert Pujols because Howard has more RBIs, or to contemplatively rub the Swastika tattoo on my left butt cheek before banning a demented fanboy, but our moment together here is rapidly dwindling to a close.
I'm proud to call many of you my friends (especially Sherik), and I do hope we keep in touch. I'd have met more OSers in person than anyone, if not for Acid's sister. It's enough to make any man shed a tear - except for dieselboy, of course. Only Clay can make him cry.
This site's left me with some amazing memories, whether it was a vengeful banned poster threatening my mother over the phone, or the notorious Operation Gangster, or when EA bought OS and we told everyone bronco did it.
I could fill a library with OS stories, but most of you have very short attention spans, so I'll leave you with those three. I do wish I had enough space to honor everyone who's contributed to this site over the years. I'm proud to have been a part of that history, and equally honored to be a godfather to 11 of Sully's 12 children. Why he chose Adolf Gunderson to be the godfather to the other is still a mystery to me.
As an alternative to this goodbye, I had considered posting sheep pornography all over the forums like a certain someone did in his exit, but I decided against it after realizing Dookie would get off on that. It would be a real shame if he made a mess in Longhorn's hair again.
I have but one request - that someone replies to this post with nothing but the lyrics to Dust in the Wind by Kansas. Italicized, please. This is of the utmost importance.
So I'll wrap things up now. Tyler - this is your cue to call PDiddyPop and tell him the news.
Adieu!
P.S. I deliberately excluded Scott and TJ from this post in the hope that, frustrated and emotional, they would seek comfort by running back into the other's arms, thus ending their 9th divorce from each other.
It's hard to believe I've been reading this site since I was 12 years old. That was so long ago that, judging by many of the posts here, a bunch of you weren't even born yet. I've posted more than sanity would dictate, served with distinction as a Nazi, and even written for the site's front page, which apparently does exist. I ran the OS NFL Suicide Pool for years, even though I'd always swear I'd never put myself through that again, only to - like an Alzheimer's patient - volunteer again the next year.
But they say all good things come to an end, and so too does my tenure here at Operation Sports. I'm headed off to bigger and better things - which may or may not involve working on an unspecified football game for an unspecified company located just north of San Francisco - and it's no longer a priority for me to play sports games and ban imbeciles here any more.
I may pop in on occasion to criticize some dolt in the baseball forum who thinks Ryan Howard is better than Albert Pujols because Howard has more RBIs, or to contemplatively rub the Swastika tattoo on my left butt cheek before banning a demented fanboy, but our moment together here is rapidly dwindling to a close.
I'm proud to call many of you my friends (especially Sherik), and I do hope we keep in touch. I'd have met more OSers in person than anyone, if not for Acid's sister. It's enough to make any man shed a tear - except for dieselboy, of course. Only Clay can make him cry.
This site's left me with some amazing memories, whether it was a vengeful banned poster threatening my mother over the phone, or the notorious Operation Gangster, or when EA bought OS and we told everyone bronco did it.
I could fill a library with OS stories, but most of you have very short attention spans, so I'll leave you with those three. I do wish I had enough space to honor everyone who's contributed to this site over the years. I'm proud to have been a part of that history, and equally honored to be a godfather to 11 of Sully's 12 children. Why he chose Adolf Gunderson to be the godfather to the other is still a mystery to me.
As an alternative to this goodbye, I had considered posting sheep pornography all over the forums like a certain someone did in his exit, but I decided against it after realizing Dookie would get off on that. It would be a real shame if he made a mess in Longhorn's hair again.
I have but one request - that someone replies to this post with nothing but the lyrics to Dust in the Wind by Kansas. Italicized, please. This is of the utmost importance.
So I'll wrap things up now. Tyler - this is your cue to call PDiddyPop and tell him the news.
Adieu!
P.S. I deliberately excluded Scott and TJ from this post in the hope that, frustrated and emotional, they would seek comfort by running back into the other's arms, thus ending their 9th divorce from each other.
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