My hate dies with you.Let this be the therapeutic Ryan Dempster Hate Thread. I’ll start. I hate you, Ryan Dempster. When everyone defends you, I am your anti-defender. I blame you for all things wrong with this team and with society in general. I hate everything about you. You’re the loud, unfunny frat boy in the corner of the bar shouting across the room to his “bro.” No one gives a fuck how drunk you got last night, you mindless sack of crap, and nobody cares that you’re drinking Red Bull and vodkas, unless they’re laced with cyanide. You’re the guy who puts up MySpace pictures depicting you with your arm thrown oh-so-casually around hot girls. You don’t know those girls, but you asked them to pose with you, so you could look cool. I have news for you. When you look like Danny Bonaduce, you have no chance of ever being cool, so stop trying. You wear ironic t-shirts, don’t you, Ryan Dempster? Shit like, “40 AND LOVING IT!” I know you do. I bet you have a South Carolina “COCKS” hat, even though you wouldn’t make their baseball team. There is not a doubt in my mind that you’re the guy on the team who does “dick tricks” in the locker room, annoying and disturbing your fellow teammates. When Ryan Theriot is walking past you, do you flick his balls? I’m quite certain you do.

Please, Ryan Dempster, for the sake of my sanity, please go away.