We posted this on Twitter and people went right for the jugular of SAID! guy immediately:

 

 

This playoff run might be SAID! Guy’s swan song. You knew it was coming. I just didn’t think it was going to be this fast. It happened to Poffer, it happened to Big Daddy (or maybe that was the diabetes), and the torches are going to come for the Philly Sports Guy one day too. Nowadays with social media the 15 minutes of fame is more like five. Things expire faster than milk. We’re definitely not innocent. This is like going to see your favorite band from the 80s. How many times can you listen to them play the same hits? When they do, it doesn’t make you feel the same way you felt at 20. The spontaneity and off the cuff-ness is what we fell in love with in the beginning and now people feel like it’s being shoved down their throats.

On the other hand who the fuck cares? Its daytime TV. Just turn the channel. Keep scrolling through Twitter. He was on last Friday and they won. Its superstition at this point. I’m already nervous for tonight because Mike Jerrick didn’t let a bird poop on him today:


Let SAID! Guy use up every last opportunity he’s given. SAID! Guy pull-string dolls with one catch phrase. SAID! Guy mugs. SAID! Guy shirts. How has this guy not set up a merch store yet? You gotta strike while the irons hot.