No, The Pitch is not taking ads for your stupid white-supremacist bullshit

A couple of days ago, as Justin Kendall and I were leaving The Pitch, we were called to by a burly man already halfway out of his pickup truck. He clutched folded papers in his hands.

“You guys work for The Pitch?” he asked. My first assumption was that he was mad about some gibberish Justin wrote (you have no idea how much time I’ve spent defending the “Cinnamon Stallion,” as he’s known), and if worse came to worse, I’d have to disarm him with a series of hand-to-hand combat techniques.

“What’s up with this bullshit?” the man said, holding out the papers. “I knew you guys could get a little out there, but this isn’t you, is it?”