I don't care if it's my brother, your mom, or the president of Iraq. I've made it very clear that I think Anthony is a pussy too. Even he knows that.
I'm smacking you around for being a fucking hypocrite. You bitch that Anthony won't race you because he doesn't want to race from a roll (making his own demand), and this doesn't suit you. He puts up a perfectly good challenge that should satisfy both of your sides, and you start making demands about the conditions of the race. "But but but I want to race when it's 67.8 degrees out, with one shoe on, while a dog howls at the moon, the river runs south through the mountains, and a hurricane burns on the face of Jupiter!"
I'll say it again... RACE OR SHUT UP. Stop making demands, you fucking VAGINA. Jesus Christ, I don't know how anyone can applaud you for "always racing, no matter what the outcome." Getting you to actually race is like trying to get a room full of fat, pregnant women to agree on pizza toppings.