In case you haven’t heard, I have an arch-nemesis, Steve Heimoff. Now, I didn’t always have Steve Heimoff as an arch-nemesis. Way back when, when I was coming up through the bush leagues, a scrappy fellow by the name of Tom Merle called me out, and thus a rivalry was born. Then, at some point, I got a girlfriend, replaced the ’73 alfa with a sparkling new Passat, grew a mustache, and felt I was ready to move on to a real arch-nemesis, the aforementioned Mr. Heimoff. Now, for some people it is difficult to move on from these types of situations, and apparently Tommy Boy thinks we are still arch-nemeses, but alas we are not. I’m a sporting fellow though, and I’ll indulge the water-balloon-esque comment bombs on the Wine Mutineer OWC Page.
Though I hope Tom realizes that it is more for nostalgia than anything else, kind of like when Apollo Creed fought Rocky Balboa in the unsanctioned match after Apollo helped Rocky defeat Mr. T as Clubber Lang in Rocky 3.