actually knowin him probally would mess it up but fuck the real dude, the movie is a great movie

I find it amusing when people take the gospel as gospel.

I was one of those journos on the receiving end of Paspatis' packets of newspaper clippings. They were laced with the incoherent scribble of an obsessed former athlete—the "LACES OUT, DAN" brand—not simply a "bitter" kicker. McKenna knows this, because he received the same packets. A disgruntled kicker calling a…

Good work, Mr. Paspatis. Having said that though, please try to move on.

Or it can just be an entertaining, uplifting movie and Paspatis can get a fucking life.