20 Things Sports Fans Need to Stop Posting Online

This is something I'm personally guilty of. That's my jersey right up there. I burned it the old-fashioned way: With AXE deodorant, a book of matches, and some newspaper. In 2009, after Brett Favre retired and then unretired so he could play with the Vikings, I had it with greybeard. The dude was the NFL's premier domestic terrorist for years, holding the Packers at gunpoint over “will he or won't he?”

Trust me, at the time, it was annoying. But anything that's merely “annoying” at the time probably isn't a big deal in the long-run. Nearly six years later, I wish I hadn't burned my Brett Favre jersey. Aaron Rodgers is an Olivia Munn-banging Super Bowl champion, and Favre would be 100 percent cheered again at Lambeau Field when he eventually returns to have his jersey retired. Jersey burns are for crybabies and people who don't know the value of material possessions (one man's trash is another man's treasure is my favorite cliché ever—it's so damn true), because they have too many crappy things to begin with. Your privilege is showing, NFC East fans.

No, he's not. Stop the spread of misinformation. It was funny, like, the first time Peter King or SportsCenter got tripped up by a fake breaking news account. “Oh, look at real journalists and news outlets not even taking the time to see if it's real! Haha! Fuck media!” I'm with all that. But the speed and nature of social media opens itself to these errors becoming an intrinsic part of the platform, and Twitter is way, way, way too important to our news cycle to have fake reporter accounts out here.

He's never going to respond. You're 25-years-old. What?

I see you parents. I see you scheming up for your kids. I'd do the same. The jig is way up now though. Parents know that these types of videos go viral if they're cute enough, which means the athlete being cried over will probably see it, which means they'll reach out to your kid and awwwwwwww. Your kid is going to HATE you later on in life when they grow up, get on LinkedIn, and no longer care about that athlete. Videos of them crying as a child will forever remain the No. 1 Google search result for their name. That sucks.

Same goes for the grown-ups.

At Complex Sports, we've posted many of these in our proud history. The one you can see above cost $200. The barber who did it has done $200 athlete haircuts for other people too. Just get a jersey, bro. Shaving another person's face into your head is weird and ugly and we'd all be better off as a society if sports fans didn't do it.

Very clever.

This man is a troll who can't stop trolling himself. He also doesn't know when to step away from the keyboard, making him a fearless, overly-opinionated boob. A pest, really. To this day, I think he's still tweeting at Keith Law about how evolution is a farce. Let Curt Schilling digitally suffocate.

We posted two of them recently. That's done with. The Internet has more videos of Rob Gronkowski twerking than it needed in the first place. Like Curt Schilling's tweets, sports fans must learn to let Gronk's asscheeks go.

This tweet happened because 20-year-old Raheem Sterling, Liverpool's unquestioned best player, rejected a contract offer that would've paid him £100,000 per week, or about $7.7 million a year. Giving unsolicited, profanity-laden advice to someone who literally had no idea you existed until you popped up in their mentions is, believe it or not, a bad look. If we want athletes to be more open and active on social media, we should probably stop being direct assholes to them over their own personal and financial situations a.k.a THEIR OWN FREAKING LIVES. Let people live y'all.

Don't jinx it. Tattoos like this always jinx it, even if you're a Lions fan and had no hope to begin with. That being said: this “40-0” tatted Kentucky fan is fucked.

These get old. Fast. (Except for DudePerfect and his vids. He's still out here caking on YouTube off trick shots.)

He's not listening. Get over it.

Kobe hates passing, LeBron is a crybaby, something about Jordan on the Kermit the Frog meme, *yawn,*—think of new shit for new players. The league has a deep well of stars and scrubs waiting to be flamed. 

Nobody wins once that rabbit hole is dug. Unless…

… You meet me at Temecula. Actually, nobody won this. Gas money was wasted, and no minds were changed. The guy who drove 35 minutes to fight could've scored a record deal, but he made his diss rap over the wrong beat. Should've gone with “Hot Friend,” friend.

Block, report as spam, and give Twitter a heads up when you see it. If you're in the UK, call the police.