Earlier today, someone who seems to be Ian Schwartz, left an incredibly long comment on the Mike Hoder Bike Check responding to the allegations that Catfish made about Ian Schwartz, basically being a dirtball. I’ve copied and pasted the statement after the jump, and it’s intense! He calls out everyone from me (like I fucking care) to Catfish, to the guy whose wife he apparently banged (spoiler alert: he doesn’t deny it). I’ve never had any involvement in this matter aside from previously, being friendly with both Catfish and Ian, and attempted to stay neutral even when I posted Catfish’s commentary. Ian, you may not like it, but you’re a public figure, and when another public figure calls you out for having sex with your friend’s wife, that’s news. Ian says to me
“Are you trying to be as hurtful to BMX as you can? Are you trying to see how shitty you can make it?”
Somehow this comment doesn’t seem to quite add up coming from someone who broke up a marriage with a kid involved. On the grand scheme of evil deeds, I think that screen capturing a Facebook status falls slightly below what you did, buddy. Would you feel this way if you weren’t the one being exposed? I can’t take you serious, I’m sorry. More after the jump.
UPDATE: It’s been brought up multiple times in the comments that perhaps I did something wrong by posting this. I’m sure you’ll assume, and you’re correct, that I think that’s stupid. There’s a good thread going here where I explain how I came to the decision to post Catfish’s comments and Ian’s response. Personally I don’t give a shit what any of you think and totally respect the fact that people disagree with me, but it’s an interesting discussion to have either way.
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“This is out of place here (sorry mike) but I wanted to post it where it would be read. The internet is doing bad, bad stuff for BMX; anyone over 15 years old knows it. And the posting a few days ago about personal stuff going on in mine and another BMXer’s life is a new low. I’m embarrassed. I’m embarrassed that something like this would be brought to a BMX website instead of between who’s involved. I think anyone who rides a bike should be embarrassed. Anyone who goes to this website should be embarrassed. The only reason I’m writing this is because I hope to embarrass the guys below, too, if they‘re not already. I won’t post anymore or follow the comments, so they can feel free to go back to saying the same shit they’ve been spewing for the past six months. But, if nothing else, this just makes me feel slightly better about it.
Adam22: You prefaced the post about Catfish talking shit on me comparing it to TMZ because you knew it was a lame thing to do and you were sinking to an all-time low, but you did it anyways. Are you trying to be as hurtful to BMX as you can? Are you trying to see how shitty you can make it?
Catfish: It’s things like this that just remind anyone that has ever experienced you that you are sad (and judging by the comments, a lot of people agree). You could have easily got my phone number, I know Quinn has it. But no, instead of calling me and saying your piece about it to me and possibly getting the other side of the story, you posted it on the internet. That shows where you’re motivations were. Calling me would have got you no recognition. You needed to make a post about a personal thing between two people you barely know on the fucking internet. And by the way, this dear friend of yours, Cody, his daughter is 2 years old. That’s 2, not 4. And, he works 30 hours a week at a bike shop, he doesn’t own it. But, I’m sure you knew that, probably just a typo or something, seeing as how you hold him in such high regard.
Mike Brooks: You seem to have such strong feelings about this, but its funny that you’ve never called me to throw in your two cents. Well, wait a minute, I guess you have sent a couple 5th grade shit talking text messages without telling me who you were. But, other than that I haven’t heard a word out of you. Except, of course, now this stuff that I see on the come up. You throwing out bullshit comments about my diet choices which I never once pushed on anyone else, the fact that I used to live in my mom’s basement while I was traveling too much to waste money on an apt, a tattoo that I got 10 years ago, attacking farming (THAT is what‘s called biting the hand that feeds you) or whether or not I wear fucking deodorant. I mean seriously mike, I never cared much for you but I didn’t realize you were this bad. I’m not asking you to agree with my side of things, but I would ask you to at least pretend like you are an adult. You of all people, considering what you told cody’s ex the other day when she saw you, should know that this is not black and white.
James: You’re a pathetic little kid that has no clue what he is talking about.
Cody: I’ve tried to talk to you, but it’s impossible to have any kind of actual conversation with you. You won’t hear anything because you’re yelling too loud that you are going to murder me and then kill yourself, over and over again. How’s that for putting you’re daughter’s needs first? And now it’s not enough for you to try to sell you’re sob story to anyone that crosses your path, you have to take it to the internet. You think it’s hurting me but it’s you you’re hurting. You’re broadcasting personal things about the family that you supposedly love and cherish on a fucking BMX website! So since that’s the way you want to handle it, here we go. You are not a helpless victim in this thing, no matter how much you try to convince everyone that you are. Did you forget to mention to everyone how you would scream at her, calling her a whore, a lying sack of shit, a slut, and anything else you could come up with? All the while with your daughter in the room. What about leaving her alone with you’re new-born baby daughter 10 minutes after getting her home to go to the bike shop, even though you didn’t need to? Even though she was crying and scared and begging you to stay and help? What about the once every six months that she would try to go out with a few friends and you would fill her voicemail with fucked up messages within an hour of her being gone? All that when you knew that she was so fucking dedicated to you; so faithful to you. Everyone knew that about her. She is the most beautiful, most genuine-hearted person you could ever hope to meet. Anyone else would have left you a long fucking time ago. But, she tried to stick it out. All she wanted was for you to be there when she needed you, and you shit on her, time after time after time. You were fucking horrible to her and you knew it, everyone knew it. You fucked it up on your own. You deserve everything that’s happening. YOU made it all happen. You ruined the chance you guys had to be a family. You lost her years ago, way before any of this happened. She tried to hold on. She left you because of you. But now, you think that calling her everyday talking shit about me, crying, and telling her that you’re going to kill yourself is going to make her feel guilty enough to come back? That shows how much you just don’t get it yet. She has nothing to feel guilty about, you do. I didn’t steal her away or fill her head with bullshit like you try to tell people. She’s a big girl. She can make her own decisions. She gave you eight fucking years of her life hoping you would be the man you said you would be. And, for 6 of those years, I ended damn near every night I hung out with you trying to convince her that you would be that man someday. You would get 2 drinks in you, be a shithead to everyone, say some horrible shit to her, and leave her stranded all within about 30 minutes of getting to where everyone was hanging out. Remember leaving her in Columbus, 45 minutes away from home with no way back? Remember taking her shoe from her and making her walk home across town barefoot because she didn‘t want to go home at 8 o‘clock on her birthday night? And I would be stuck there with her crying on my shoulder because she had no one else to turn to. So, I would lie through my god damn teeth defending you and telling her that you loved her and that you would some day be better. You would wake up in the morning, say sorry and blame it on the alcohol, then do it all over the next night. Six fucking years of seeing that shit and defending you. There just came a point that I was done with it and in those 6 years I came to care a hell of a lot more about her than you. She came to me, I was forced to choose between two friends, and I chose her. I knew that I would give her more than you ever planned on giving her. The only thing I regret in it all is that I didn’t tell you more often that you were fucking up; that she would eventually leave you if you didn’t start treating her like a fucking human being. But, then again, it wasn’t my responsibility to tell you how to love someone. That was your job and you weren’t willing to do it.
Are you happy now? Are you happy now that kids all over the world can read about the personal issues between two white trash guys in Ohio?”
Previously: The Official Catfish “All Around The World” Video.| Strangers In Danger: Colombia Preview.| Strangers In Danger “Thailand” Episode.