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(Do You Remember)   Somebody has assembled the best of John McEnroe's epic tirades. You CANNOT be serious   (doyouremember.com) divider line 14
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612 clicks; posted to Sports » on 26 Jan 2014 at 8:26 AM (1 year ago)   |  Favorite    |   share:  Share on Twitter share via Email Share on Facebook   more»



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2014-01-26 03:21:23 AM  
Thug!
 
2014-01-26 05:33:52 AM  
I always wondered if he would have been a better or worse player if he learned to keep his temper under control.
 
2014-01-26 07:53:09 AM  
He was on a Japanese TV show the other day. Hilarious as ever.

Pretty sure he's faking it and doing it on purpose for the fans these days.
 
2014-01-26 09:19:56 AM  
On the other hand he is the best commentator and analyst out there.
 
2014-01-26 09:21:24 AM  
Some the best tirades ever.
"You cannot be serious" should have its own section at the Tennis Hall Of Fame.
 
2014-01-26 11:25:36 AM  
The Freak book!
 
2014-01-26 11:35:31 AM  
John McEnroe was the biggest jackass in the history of sports.
 
2014-01-26 12:19:40 PM  
I am disappointed that the "I did not slurp my orange juice" was not mentioned.
 
2014-01-26 01:27:28 PM  
No "Fail" tag? How many times did he successfully get a decision overturned?
 
2014-01-26 04:08:58 PM  
Do I remember?You bet your sweet backside I remember. I remember the constant fights. The bullying. The precision stalking of a calculated evil mastermind. I remember all the signs that point to now. John McEnroe will go down as one of histories greatest monsters. He roamed the hall with his smug, arrogant smirk consistently on his face, his hawk like eyes always scoping the halls for his next victim. His methods were cruel, as it is part of unwritten history that many of the modern schoolboy pranks that exist today can trace some of their histories back to John. I was a young lad, eager to finally prepare myself for the experiences of the world. Ready to eagerly devour all the educational facilities had to offer. I could travel to ancient Greece, digest French, create beautiful household objects from simple blocks of wood, and indulge in some of the finest traditional athletic contests spanning back generations. The world was at my fingertips when I roamed those halls and all I had to do was look.That was, however, until John McEnroe came into the picture.Enter this happy, eccentric young man. The one with the desire to learn and explore. Now enter a vile monster, looking to destroy those who he deemed uncool. My buttocks was bruised more than my ego was when he used his ridiculously fast wrists to snap towels at me during gym classes. Imagine my embarrassment when I was asked to speak at the front of the room, only to fall flat on my face as o stood and took one step forward, my shoelaces tied to my desk. My work constantly plagiarized, the lunches hurled violently to the floor, and the girls, whom were the object of my affections, stolen away from me by a wink and a smile. The final straw was when the fire alarm was set off and the school evacuated due to the two pound bag of dog feces lit ablaze in my locker. Well, John, who has the last laugh now? I grew up an upstanding member of society contributing endlessly through effort and charity, always fueled by the thoughts and emotions of those younger days. The burning passion of a thousand fiery suns that you instilled in me forever has given me the edge and is the same passion I use to make sweet love to my wife of twenty two years to and it is good.You, my childhood nemesis, have left a laughing stock of a legacy and this article on the internet has finally given me the last seal of approval that you are now, and will always be, a sham of a being and that when it is all said and done I am the triumphant king and you are merely the court jester. Kindly fall off of a cliff.Sincerely,You know who.
 
2014-01-26 07:01:54 PM  
Imagine how much shorter his career would have been if he was black.
 
2014-01-27 01:53:57 AM  

JOHN MCENROE MY CHILDHOOD NEMESIS: Do I remember?You bet your sweet backside I remember. I remember the constant fights. The bullying. The precision stalking of a calculated evil mastermind. I remember all the signs that point to now. John McEnroe will go down as one of histories greatest monsters. He roamed the hall with his smug, arrogant smirk consistently on his face, his hawk like eyes always scoping the halls for his next victim. His methods were cruel, as it is part of unwritten history that many of the modern schoolboy pranks that exist today can trace some of their histories back to John. I was a young lad, eager to finally prepare myself for the experiences of the world. Ready to eagerly devour all the educational facilities had to offer. I could travel to ancient Greece, digest French, create beautiful household objects from simple blocks of wood, and indulge in some of the finest traditional athletic contests spanning back generations. The world was at my fingertips when I roamed those halls and all I had to do was look.That was, however, until John McEnroe came into the picture.Enter this happy, eccentric young man. The one with the desire to learn and explore. Now enter a vile monster, looking to destroy those who he deemed uncool. My buttocks was bruised more than my ego was when he used his ridiculously fast wrists to snap towels at me during gym classes. Imagine my embarrassment when I was asked to speak at the front of the room, only to fall flat on my face as o stood and took one step forward, my shoelaces tied to my desk. My work constantly plagiarized, the lunches hurled violently to the floor, and the girls, whom were the object of my affections, stolen away from me by a wink and a smile. The final straw was when the fire alarm was set off and the school evacuated due to the two pound bag of dog feces lit ablaze in my locker. Well, John, who has the last laugh now? I grew up an upstanding member of society contributing endlessly through effort and charity, always fueled by the thoughts and emotions of those younger days. The burning passion of a thousand fiery suns that you instilled in me forever has given me the edge and is the same passion I use to make sweet love to my wife of twenty two years to and it is good.You, my childhood nemesis, have left a laughing stock of a legacy and this article on the internet has finally given me the last seal of approval that you are now, and will always be, a sham of a being and that when it is all said and done I am the triumphant king and you are merely the court jester. Kindly fall off of a cliff.Sincerely,You know who.


Well, at least you're not holding a grudge for 25+ years. That'd just be unhealthy.

//wait...
 
2014-01-27 09:34:56 AM  
The Homestar Runner "You cannot be Sewwious, that ball was on the line." easter egg was probably the best ever...
 
2014-01-27 01:55:01 PM  
The coolest tennis player ever.
 
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