You make it out like I'm having a heart attack every Saturday. My frustration today stems with the fact that you called me a hypocrite without any logical explanation. And it's not so much that you called me a hypocrite, it's that you either a) can't admit that you were being a jackass or B) you are too dumb to figure out why you were being a jackass. You should be better than seascape and you aren't right now. I'll lower my expectations for you before I lower them for the Irish.