Look, I still haven't decided if I find Connor Stalions deeply annoying or tragically hilarious, but as of mid-July, 2025, I've temporarily settled on "both."
Part of it is probably because I can't relate. Stalions is a dude who has seemingly convinced himself that he really is a highly trained electronics warfare expert and not some dork with spy glasses who weaseled his way into the upper echelons of the Michigan football rendering plant. That takes a frankly baffling level of confidence, especially for me, a guy who changes his order three times at Penn Station.
Anyway, after getting deep in his feelings on social media, the assorted commentariat (George and I) decided to roast Connor's ass.