There are worse things I can think of that also involve baseball bats.

When sports fanatics post Facebook statuses complaining about how "it's hard being married to a Yankee fan in October. Go RED SOX!" You and your spouse share a large home and beautiful children and all you have to do is bake all day and you are complaining that your marriage is HARD because you have to live with a rivaling sports fan? POMK.

Make sure you don't die on Superbowl Sunday

When someone's Facebook status reads that he just found out Patrick Swayze died and that he's so out of the loop, and a friend leaves a comment saying "R u serious? And Cal lost to USC yesterday big time if u didnt know".

A football loss is on par with death, apparently. POMK.

Well, Brett Favre wants to come.

When in addition to threatening to report a Facebook event for being "sadistic" (see: "Wee-oo, wee-oo. The event police are here."), the same person's boyfriend, invited to the event out of courtesy, sends a rambling, incoherent private message to the event creator expounding upon such a wide variety of topics as his personal opinion of contemporary art, the problems of the world, and Brett Favre.

You know that little link under your invitation that says "Remove from my events"? Yeah, you're free to click that if you don't want to be part of the event. No need to loose the Crazy Patrol on us. POMK.

GO get a life.

How on weekends during college football season, my entire Facebook news feed is a series of status updates cheering/whining about college football teams for schools that my acquaintances don't even attend anymore. It gets worse when said teams are losing because suddenly the status "GO [insert college mascot here]!" is replaced by "My life is over!", "The coach should be FIRED!", or "My heart aches because the [insert college mascot here] are losing." POMK.