So, Ozzie Guillen’s son Oney is on Twitter. He posts awesome tweets:
Get ur own life on track then try and run others. Hater
I hope the dorks aren’t running the organization or else were fucked. 3 geeks who never played baseball a day in there life telling expe …
I love it how people are monitoring my tweets like I’m someone important. Everyone is entitled to there own opinion
@cst_sox and a pic of u in vegas. Would be u and jay m canoddling behind a craps table. Both with ur pasty white culos
I love how cubs fans get excited about beating us in march there so lame it hurts
@cst_sox I disagree I’m not Ben whatever his name is. I act like I have been out before unlikes him
@cst_sox well I’m glad to be a proud member of the cowley fam. But I refuse to watch steelers game and be naked
@cst_sox as long as I’m not from minnesota or steel city I’m fine talk about shitholes
@oguillenjr we run the bases like ass that’s why.
The Guillen family just got screwed over or fucked… but dont worry we have our own way of handling this
My dad just said I belong on sesame street
Dinner for the anniversary time to get drunk and talk about everyone that’s doing Guillens wrong lookout
I just farted and I cleared the house
What’s worst the mexican mariachis? How fucking annoying wow
Great workout today everything was really smooth….why does joey cora insist on working out while wearing what seems to be a latex body sut
I m not only going to kick your ass, but I will give you a hug after
He’s honest, blunt, and hilarious. These are the kinds of tweets I like to read. I like to hear what people really think, rather some over-sanitized PR shit masquerading as substance. In a world where, more and more often, people are afraid to say anything that matters, the kind of stuff Oney posts is refreshing and just plain awesome.
Oney used to work for the White Sox doing video/scouting stuff. Until yesterday when, as Joe Cowley put it, he got “called into the principal’s office because of his Twitter account.” Sox GM Ken Williams, who has been less than thrilled about anyone associated with the team using Twitter, wanted Oney to stop tweeting or tone it down. Oney said (well, I don’t know what he said because I wasn’t there, so I’m just guessing) something like, fuck no, bitches, and resigned. He continues to tweet.
I like face to face conversation or man to man way better than behind your back.
What I hate is people talking about me. Making a big deal. Taking away from how good the Sox can be
Bruce levine is wrong again. About what he wrote on espn.com. Get ur fact straigh buddy I like u. All false his comments
Why do people give a shit about me. I’m not famous at all. Its not important or relevant
Well, people give a shit about you now because you just showed your cojones to the entire internet. You’ve become important and relevant because, when your bosses told you to shut up, you said “no.” That’s pretty bad ass, if you ask me. Talking shit on Twitter isn’t the most important work in the world or anything, but I appreciate someone standing up for himself like this. As someone who likes to talk shit on Twitter and the internet in general, I appreciate you fighting the good fight like this. (Seriously.)
I’m starting to realize that there are two types of people on the internet: (1) those who want to say what they want to say, everybody else’s opinions be damned; and (2) those who want nothing but safe, complimentary asskissery.
I’ve always believed in saying what I think (on the internet and in life) and I like other people who feel the same way and act accordingly. I believe in people saying what they think about me, too — I’d rather have 100 people call me an asshole than 10 people compliment me and suck up when I don’t deserve it or because they want something from me or from being associated with me. And I strongly believe that, if you can’t handle other people’s real, honest thoughts and opinions, you shouldn’t even be on the internet, because the internet doesn’t exist to feed your ego or your agenda.
One of Oney’s most recent tweets:
I appreciate stones
So do I, Oney. So do I.