Corms has been found: and he's commenting on random blogs....

So I'm reading some blog about Marty Brennamann forgetting to take his meds. You know, "Cubs fans are assholes and I hope they die," or something like that, he's crying because now he has to watch Dusty "manage" and I'd find other things to pay attention to as well. I read the comments following the blog post, in which the author basically points out that Brennamann said some mean things and they're kind of...whatever. But then, there's Corms! Here's his comment, or is it Corms?:

I've been a Cubs fan for 30 years, since I was a kid. I can't compare Cubs fans to other teams' fans (except I was at Fenway once eight years and they as a group seemed clearly more interested in the game), but I do believe that there is a large, vocal minority comprised of white men in their 20s and 30s who act like morons in and around Wrigley Field.

Butt-heads -- these guys are butt-heads. Typical look in the summer: flip-flops, cargo pants, a ratty T-shirt of their alma mater (usually a -- gag -- Big Ten school) and, of course, to top it all off (literally and figuratively): a baseball hat worn BACKWARD just to confirm, in case the casual observor had any doubts, that he is indeed an idiot who will say and do whatever primal urge pops into his puny, intoxicated brain.

Optional: sunglasses: Not optional: Placing and/or receiving at least one phone call per inning on his cell phone because, after all, the game is secondary and making plans for after the game and/or waving to your friend six sections over is of primary importance.

This Cubs Moron also tends to get up a lot during the game, inordinately inconveniencing everyone between him and the aisle who is trying to actually watch the game. Butt-head gets up so often either because of a weak bladder or because of his childish impatience that prevents him from waiting for the beer vendor to walk up his aisle (and so he must go downstairs for another "brewski").

Do they realize that they all look the same, like they've all been squeezed out of a giant Play-Doh machine? Do they care?