I know a thing or two about getting shit-talked by shit-hearted shitstains on the internet (mostly, y’know, because I intentionally antagonize the fuckers, but that’s neither here nor there), and yet I still found it staggering today to see the volume of tweets from human garbage who actually value time in their sad lives so little as to bother tweeting in the direction of J.P. Arencibia in order to vent in his @reply stream about what a worthless ballplayer they think he is.
In response to this digital projectile vomiting of criticisms, and perhaps, his guttural need to respond in kind– which I can… uh… kinda totally relate to in a very small way– Arencibia announced today that he was shuttering his Twitter account.
Ben Nicholson-Smith of the network Arencibia complained to Paul Beeston about caught his final tweets, which have now slipped away into the digital ether:
“It’s unfortunate to see how words are twisted to make false stories,” @jparencibia9 wrote to his 145,000 followers.
“I give way too much of myself to have others try and make me out to.. Something/someone I’m not,” he continued in a series of tweets that have since been deleted along with his account.
“Solution. I make myself very accessible with constant charitable events, and opening up to social media for the fans. I will no longer be on twitter. Thanks to all the fans who support and praying for the others that hate. God Bless.”
I can’t speak to twisted words and false stories, but… whatever. In the long run, that’s probably for the best, though temporarily– if you do a search on his name– it doesn’t appear to be doing much for the image problem of the once fan- and camera-friendly catcher.
I can’t say that I blame him, though, and the funny thing is, J.P. Arencibia is literally better at baseball than any of the limp dicks shitting on him are– or will be– at anything in their entire fucking lives. Of the tens of million who play baseball globally, at any given time the number of players on an active big league roster is just seven-hundred-and-fucking-fifty.
He may not be having a great season, and may be ill suited to the role of starting Major League catcher– that somebody else chose him for, I might add– but in those terms, he’s elite to the power of shut-your-damn-shitstain-mouth.
Honestly. These truth-teller halfwits posturing like they’re doing someone famous a favour by pulling the Twitter equivalent of spitting in their face, and not recognizing how pointlessly unoriginal they’re being, could all use being taken out behind the barn and beaten to death.
Or… well, that’s maybe a little bit harsh. But get a better hobby, people.
And I don’t say that like Arencibia is beyond reproach, or anything remotely close to it, or that he’s too dainty to be expected to face the critical things people are saying about him. It’s just… yeah, I can’t blame him. And it sucks for him and the people who enjoyed following and interacting with him in a non-shitstain way.
No, really! That’s what I think!