And it was an honor being your mouthpiece, Nation. The players we called for Miami to draft — and inevitably were not — have pretty much all flourished wherever else they were drafted. So who knows, it may work for you and if you are feeling the effects of getting older, it might just be worth checking out… or not. We mashed those influences together and made dick joke stew out of it all. And we made our mark. Our game previews, while stuffed with ass jokes and boobie pics, were filled with real football analysis. We even got shit from The Phinsider.
FN also opened doors for me professionally. We gave our hearts and souls to the team we loved, and we fed off the rabid thirst of our loyal readers who felt exactly the same way. And FN gave me that. A symbol of our discontent. But, as our throng of dedicated fans know all too well, FN was way the hell more than that. The Ireland departure just seemed like perfect symmetry for us. And it was an honor being your mouthpiece, Nation. We planted the fucking flag of discontent deep into the ground. A community was born here, and it eventually spilled over onto Twitter. Here was a kindred spirit, a guy who got me, a guy who had the same twisted humor as me, and a guy who loved the same music as I did, the same books, the same films, the same TV shows. That shit was bananas! And we made our mark. We began to make noise. Yes, we pissed off mainstream media people and other Fins fan sites. And you came along for the ride. To be rabble rousers and trouble makers. When we started this blog in , we had no idea the Dolphins would monumentally shit the bed and would continue to do so for years to come. And Roger and I are always perplexed and blown away anytime we meet one of you in person. The point was to make some fucking noise. You actually found us entertaining. Look at him now! We started campaigns like Suck For Luck, because we knew that motherfucker was going to be a stud and he is and we knew that losing a few meaningless games to draft him was way more important than arbitrary fandom. Love us, or hate us. And what eventually emerged was us being those guys that flew banners behind airplanes calling for Stephen Ross to fucking shitcan that dipshit already. Time to close shop on FN. And that, dear friends, has been the whole point of this here blog. We were fucking Delta House to their Omegas.
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