I don’t like Brock Purdy.
Usually I like people. Like these out of nowhere stories are awesome. I rooted for Gardner Minshew, for example. The Brock Purdy story is the kind of story that I eat up. And I am rooting for San Francisco.
But I hate the fucker. When I see him in interviews I want to punch him. He strikes me as a mean spirited dullard.
It’s like that guy at work. Everyone likes him. Objectively, he is fine. Intellectually, you understand that hating him is more about you than him. So you be nice and push the feeling away. In some ways you go out of your way to be extra nice because you feel bad.
But I fucking hate Brock Purdy. There. I said it. Leave me alone. Fuck all y’all.