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MMT: Reviewing the year of Dean Blevins on Twitter

Good morning, folks. It’s the last day of 2012. It was a year full of historic moments: Barack Obama was re-elected president of the United States, NASA’s Curiosity rover successfully landed on Mars, and The Lost Ogle launched a new series called Monday Morning Tweets.

As MMT grew, it became clear that one man would be the star of the show. A renaissance man in the truest sense, Dean Blevins wears many hats: former college quarterback, journalist, and the best on-air urinator this market has ever seen. In 2012 Dean added one more line onto his resume: Twitter superstar.

After the jump, we look back at the year that was @DeanBlevins.

The first edition of MMT was also Deano’s first appearance, in which he revealed that even five years later, he still doesn’t realize that it’s spelled “Federer.”

Things only got better from there. Sometimes, Deano got really indignant and had to scold people for their bad behavior.

He always used colorful metaphors that only Deano would think up:

Sometimes he talked about long schlongs.

Sometimes he had bad starts to the day.

Sometimes, 3 scoops Peanut Butter Cup.

Sometimes he got mad at Joe Biden.

(Seriously, though, does anyone remember that like 4-5 day period when the fever swamp convinced themselves Obama was going to lose because Biden laughed too much? Man, politics makes people stupid.)

Sometimes, Deano didn’t realize that cities other than Boston have places that treat Diabetes.

Sometimes, who the hell knows?

Sometimes Deano decided to count the freckles on Linda Cohn’s arms.

Sometimes Deano messed up counting the freckles on Linda Cohn’s arm so he had to start over counting the freckles on Linda Cohn’s arms.

Sometimes, it’s what’s in her mouth that counts.

Sometimes Deano went all Joe McCarthy about the Olympic gold medal basketball game.

Sometimes Deano brewed massive amounts of tea at 10:45 at night.

Sometimes 140 characters was not enough room to coherently get across the point he wanted to make.

Sometimes Deano saw right through the frauds.

Sometimes Deano showed hilarious lack of self-awareness.

And sometimes, Deano made the most Deano-y tweet of 2012. The Dean Blevins Memorial Weekly Tweet of the Year From Dean Blevins features all the trademarks of a Deano tweet: it is overly wordy, features an invented nickname, gives commentary on a country club sport, has a weird metaphor, and manages to scold someone for their behavior.

It’s been a good year. See you in 2013. Follow me on Twitter here. Good bye!

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  1. This was fantastic!
    Dean really should get the attention for his tweets, he doesn’t get the recognition he deserves. The following is other items Dean should be commended for:
    1. The absolute consistent level of “never saying anything of substance” while on the radio or TV. Listen next time, he rides the fence more than a scared Rodeo Clown (Dean feel free to use that metaphor there, hahahaha).
    2. His total lack of ability to understand that other than his circle of “the tree” friends, the rest of the city no longer (if ever) cares about his: Colonoscopy, surgery, house move, surgery, dinner, surgery, illness, surgery, illness.
    3. His inability to relate his prior experiences as a player/announcer to current times in FB/BB.
    4. His over use of percentages, when he really doesn’t seem to understand the mathmatic portion of his comments at all.

    I for one can’t wait for more tweets, it’s like getting to see behind the scenes at a mental hospital! hahahahaa

  2. Don’t know why you folks are so hard on Dean. He’s a good dude, beside being a Gooner, hehehe. Lighten Up!

    • so just how many times has the sports animal had to tell you to turn down your radio when you are on the phone with them?

      • Hahah, so funny goonerii but that’s not me. I just hang up and listen when I call for Fatjack’s betting advice.

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