It was not a good week to be Bryan Price. Unless you're a fan of grown men losing their shit.
The Cincinnati Reds manager had just lost his fourth straight game, and was obviously sick of taking shit from the haters, and he let it all out in what one reporter labeled a “five-minute, 34-second expletive-filled tirade.”
And dear God, it was fantastic.
I mean, this guy is mocking the whole industry of journalism, calling out fuckboys left and right, and dropping more f-bombs than a 2008 Lil Wayne song.
Here's a little peek into the moment Bryan Price lost his mind:
“Your job is not to sniff out every fucking thing about the Reds and fucking put it out there for every other fucking guy to hear. It's not your job.
You want me to be candid with you? I've been candid with you. I fucking talk to you guys like men, I tell you what the fuck is going on with the team, I tell you how I'm feeling as candidly as I can and then this shit? You've got to watch this fucking shit? I've got to fucking read that on a fucking Tweet on our own people in here that we don't have a fucking player? How the fuck does that benefit the Reds? It doesn't benefit us one fucking bit.
God damn we try to go out there and win fucking games and I got to come in here and then you guys fucking blow it all over the fucking place. Who we can play? Who we can't? I'll tell you what you want to know, I'm not going to fucking lie to you. I didn't tell you fucking shit.”
This guy does know that a journalist's job is to report stories, right?
Honestly. Pure gold. He eventually apologized, kind of.
Don't ever change.