so my little brother sent me this after our loss last night:

Even though you lost I am still proud of you. You did absolutely fantastic. Remember the first loss is always the toughest. Next game you are going to win. I no it. Well I don't but thats what my horse Tyrone says. Next game I want to see you stuff someone and break their face, but don't break it to bad because they are probably ugly and you don't want to make them even more ugly because then their parents will abandon them and we don't want that to happen. Remember I want blood not snot, not tears I want blood and a broken face and I know you want that too. Also what's wrong with coach Webb. He makes the dumbest decisions on who goes in with who. And can I have his email because you're not starting and that is not okay. You guys would have won if I was a little bit more enthusiastic. It was really weird I was sitting there quietly and mom was yelling. Don't worry I will make up for it next game by being extra loud. I will be so loud that you can't even hear yourself think and I will be decked out in orange and black and I will have a sign just for you.
LOVE YA,
GRUDGE MONKEY