Do I Have A Stuttering Problem Or Am I Just A Raging Fucking Idiot?

My one chance to meaningfully yell #ClearEyesFullHearts outside of the bar and I shit myself. Bad. Forgive… https://t.co/g6y3kd413w

— Smitty (@SmittyBarstool) November 6, 2015

“Clear Eyes. Full Stroke. I lose.”

So this is what happened when I went to see Stallone and Michael B. Jordan at the Art Museum today while they’re pimping Creed. Like, really, Smith? Come on man. That’s embarrassing. The only chance I’ll ever get to meaningfully belt out a “Clear Eyes, Full Hearts!” outside of a barroom setting and I royally shit myself. It’s a great thing QB1 Vince Howard was there to bail me out or else Coach Taylor would’ve rightfully kicked my ass out of Texas forever. Or maybe I should’ve went with a “Where the fuck is Wallace, String?!”

There are no excuses in this situation. Granted, I had a 3 second window and of course Vine dicks out on me so I’m rattled trying to do salvage anything I can, but still. I know I “stutter” occasionally on the rundown, podcasts, videos, and life, but is it this bad or am I a raging tard? It very well could be a happy medium. I don’t exactly think my impediment is necessarily a Stuttering Stanley or Billy Bibbet from Cuckoo’s Nest types of slurs. I sincerely think it’s just noises I make while I’m trying to comprehend legitimate thoughts…which is fucking worse. At least those full blown stutterers can think rationally and know what they’re going to say. They just can’t spit it out. I, on the other hand, am a fucking idiot, have zero idea what to think, and make sounds like a queer orangutan until a somewhat coherent thought is made and I start spewing. But there’s no excuse for what we all saw today, people. That was your classic on-air stroke and shit. Solid one-two punch, Smitty.

Also, this:

Pick it up, Sly. Not for you. Not for me. But for the America you saved.