Your shortstop hasn't had a decent year since David Wells was a size medium.
My shortstop is primed for a breakout season.
Your NASCAR driver is a No-Doz-addicted maniac who is out there putting lives in peril.
My NASCAR driver is racin'.
The parents on your kid's soccer team are ref-baiting loudmouths who need to get a life.
The parents on my kid's soccer team are fully engaged in the lives of their children.
Your coach is a bloodthirsty, chair-heaving madman who ought to be handcuffed for emotionally and physically bullying his players and staff.
My coach is old school.
Your draft choice is a complete bust.
My draft choice is still getting comfortable with the intricacies of the system.