godshamwow would seem appropriate.

Must be nice not having to even know how to write a comment since your mommy does it for you.

Sour grapes from a gutter dweller who never even made it to JV bench warmer status. I can just see it now (if you even could be a father) yours is the kid on the side lines hiding behind the coach as you berate him from the stands for not get a home run in t-ball.