I get a fair amount of hate mail. Well, not so much hate mail as indignant mail. "What's your problem with the South/St. Louis/Ohio/hookers?" they all say. (Note: I never get indignant mail from hipsters. It would require caring about something.) The truth is, I've got nothing against any of those places or people. I only really like to make fun of people who embrace their stereotype, thus reinforcing everyone's notion that a stereotype is the proper lens for viewing other people.
What I'm trying to say is that this pasty little Midwestern piglet at a Colts game disgusts me. God, even his wrists are fat. I can only hope heart disease outpaces medical technology in the coming years.