Rob the Crying Giants Fan first rose to prominence here at KSK, so it’s nice to see his story reach a televised audience, even if Daniel Tosh’s Web Redemption missed the little things that made the original video so delightful, like Rob joining the comments section and egging on our legion of satanic jackals to be crueler to him.

But still, this is great. “Tosh.0″ is like a better-edited version of the internet without retarded commenters. Cheers to Tosh and Comedy Central for putting the spotlight on Rob, who (to his credit) would rather see the Giants win the Super Bowl than see Osama bin Laden captured. I can respect that kind of insane fanaticism. From a distance. With a taser.

(Oh, and Daniel? Lose the cardigan, homo.)

Rob, the Giants fan who transmogrified from regular sweatshirted lumpy guy to a weepy pathetic slimy mess following his team’s loss to the Eagles in divisional playoffs last year, gets a chance at some web redemption tomorrow night courtesy of tosh.0. Just remember Comedy Central producers, WE HAD HIS PATHETIC DISPLAY OF SNIVELING BLUBBERY BLUBBERING FIRST! WE DEMAND AT MINIMUM ONE SCREEN CAP FROM THE BLOG ON THE SHOW! OR EVEN THE CHANCE TO WRITE A PILOT FOR THE NETWORK THAT DESPERATELY TRIES TO COPY THE EDGINESS AND RACIAL HUMOR OF CHAPPELLE’S SHOW AND FAILS MISERABLY! WE’RE UP TO THE TASK!

UPDATE Blubbering (and blubbery) Giants fan Rob emerged to speak on his own behalf in the comments of Saturday’s post. Here are some of the highlights:

Think of something more to say then just fat jokes. I realize I’m fat, in that I am the one putting the fattening foods, into my fat mouth…By all means, say what makes you people feel good, but it doesn’t have an impact on me in the slightest. This is making me a celebrity..so by all means continue….I weigh 250 pounds, maybe a few pounds more. I know what I am. I LOVE Big Mac’s and I will continue to devour them as I see fit. I was just simply referencing to the fact that I don’t need to be told that I am fat, because, well, I realize the sentiments and quite frankly, that’s me and that’s fine. I’m a fat fuck and whatever the case may be, but that doesn’t stop me from hanging out with my large group of friends, some of whom were even referred to as “banging”… Holding an overflowing cauldron of love, Rob.

Sounds like Rob talks a good game when he’s not completely shitfaced. If only he could bottle that poise and circumspect philosophy and save it for next season when the Giants crap the bed again. At least Rob is taking the abuse like a man this time around. And certain readers owe him a debt of gratitude for introducing to these parts #47– who seems to have rapidly become KSKommenter’s new favorite jailbait.

Hey Flounder, next time you get shnockered and make an ass out of yourself, make sure she’s close by.