I really hate the 1972 Miami Dolphins. They band together like a bunch of assholes anytime someone threatens to go undefeated and actively root against them. No one CARES that, 40 years ago, they did something great. Or so I thought.

This guy, who had just a miserable time at the ‘Fins game yesterday, cares deeply.

Look at this abomination of a human being. From the swirly bicep ink to the jort-busting gut, he’s got all the makings of someone you’d never want to interact with, ever.