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Twitter is thine enemy, Roscoe Smith

I love Twitter.

Despite an initial unprovoked bias against it (and, to be frank, most forms of social media), I have officially become a convert. 

Not only do you have access to the latest news, rumors and intel form reporters in the know, but it also provides access to athletes that before was unimaginable. Even most of the UConn men's basketball team has been drawn into its siren song of emoticons and poor grammar. Including incoming freshman Roscoe Smith.

The creepy people that lurk in The Boneyard uncovered Smith's feed the other day, and naturally, as one of the trolls who frequents the popular board -- although, I like to consider myself a rent-a-troll as opposed to one who is paying a mortage there (that makes sense ... I think) -- I had to check out @RoscoeUconn22.

Much to my lack of surprise, it was generally filled with college minutiae, his attempts to become the next Tony Robbins and his feelings on noodles

But I did notice he is already starting to show signs of the one pitfall most newcomers to the handy-dandy device eventually learn the hard way: EVERYONE CAN READ WHAT YOU WRITE (as long as you leave your profile unlocked). So, yes, Roscoe Smith, I've never met you before, but I now know your affinity for noodles. 

And when you post something you probably shouldn't have? Yeah, we see that, too.

No, I'm not talking about the apparent reference to underage drinking; couldn't care less about that.

No, I'm referring to this:

Feeling like 2004 ncaa champion BEN GORDAN!!less than a minute ago via Twitter for BlackBerry®


Gor-DAN?! What are they teaching these days in college? Stop with the four-square lessons and start with Calmerican History.

Kids these days.