# Read the first page of Pardon My Book by Big Cat & PFT Commenter Read the opening of Pardon My Book by Big Cat & PFT Commenter free, no signup. Ten years of podcast stories, rankings, rules, guests, and backstage chaos. - Page: https://uncovered.ink/read/pardon-my-book-big-cat-and-pft-commenter - Genre: Sports humor - Year: 2026 - ISBN: 9780063510814 - Read it blind (cover and title hidden): https://uncovered.ink/?b=9780063510814&s=read-page - Buy: https://bookshop.org/a/125786/9780063510814 - Borrow: https://search.worldcat.org/search?q=9780063510814 ## The opening @@CHAP@@ 1st Quarter @@CHAP@@ When Two Twitter Accounts Meet: An Internet Love Story Every great relationship needs an origin story, a cute little tale that you tell at your wedding or dinner party: We met when he was bartending the night my date stood me up. Or, We met at a concert when our eyes caught each other from across the room and everything felt perfect. Or even, We met when I was sitting next to him on a flight and he, a 6-time Super Bowl-winning Head Coach, realized he had so much in common with me, a 24-year-old Philosophy Major/Cheerleading queen. You know, those types of stories. Unfortunately, the way we met isn’t as romantic or inspiring, but it’s perfect for the time. We met online, just two dudes sliding into each other’s DM’s way back in 2013 when the internet was still fun and stupid and far less cynical. Two dudes with mutual admiration for each other doing the most romantic thing two dudes could do at that time: slide in and be like, ‘Hey, maybe we should make some jokes together sometime, in like a totally non-creepy way.’ Here, you can look for yourself: And that was that. A podcast was made without either party knowing that’s where this Twitter exchange would eventually lead. We didn’t know it at the time because we were just two dudes admiring each other across the concert venue that was the internet. In fact, the real reason we connected was that back in 2013/14, our parallel minds had been noticed more than a few times by our fans. At the time, PFT was working for SB Nation down in Austin, Texas, writing freelance, his MMBM column, and serving as a very funny yet mysterious presence on the internet. Big Cat was blogging for Barstool Sports in Chicago, back when there were only a handful of guys working for the site and Barstool was known more as the scrappy underdog that generally pissed off most of the media and other blogs living in a similar space (the latter half is probably still true to this day). But what started happening around 2014 was that fans of both guys would accuse the other of stealing takes or jokes. They would say things like, “PFT already made that joke!” Or, “Big Cat already Tweeted that exact same thing.” Neither of us was doing it on purpose, it was pure parallel thought. A slow realization that our humor aligned on almost everything, whether it was Big Ben’s injuries, our mutual disdain for various Twitter nerds, trolling bigger accounts, or idiotic takes that had just enough of a kernel of truth to make them seem like the dumbest thought ever—though not quite the absolute dumbest. And that’s where the twitter DMs came into play, and we continued until things “got serious” and an initial meet up was planned in Chicago when PFT was in town for a wedding. One thing to remember is that PFT was completely anonymous back then. No one knew his name (shout out Wayne Tables), no one knew what he looked like without his sunglasses, and no one really knew where he lived. So it was a semi-blind date at Theory in River North, near where PFT was staying for the weekend. It couldn’t have gone better. The small talk isn’t quite remembered from that first meeting on a Saturday afternoon in Chicago, but the one thing that we always laugh about is that it was the place of our very first riff. Like John Lennon and Paul McCartney playing their first song together—only if John and Paul had gone on to create an idiot version of The Beatles that didn’t change anything about music and would be forgotten in 20 years, but you get the point. What was the first riff you’re probably wondering? Well, it was a simple one. 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