Football insults your intelligence.
Glove off, squarely across your face. How’s that for getting your attention?
Now, I’m not particularly saying you’re a twit, but, really, I would be dishonest if I wasn’t insinuating a statement in keeping with that line of thought.
On second thoughts, let’s call you a twit. Nothing personal, just that, sometimes you have to fling the grandiose and the politically-correct out the window to do the context justice. The Capuchin monkeys of the familae Cebiade would avow that sentiment. Nothing says “brusque, succinct” quite like riposte-poo-projectiles flying through the air.