“I named the proxy "pansies" in honour of the Welves I was playing. Nothing could be further from the truth. I pummeled, smached, and otherwise booted his team into the dirt repeatedly, and, without a complaint, Twist just kept coming. Not one peep when I fouled not one, but both his WDs out of the game. I used every trick I knew to control the clock (except waiting under guard at the endzone, people who do that should have their fingers broken, but I digress), and he still, with 3 or 4 players on the field, still managed to tie it up.

Big ups to Twist, my new gold standard for a Bad MF who never backs down. He should teach a class to all those whingers who start crying as soon as they receive a little misfortune (including myself sometimes).”