Someone ratted me out. It happens. There is a small segment of bitter Mike-loving, mouth-breathing Mongo Nation dummies who hated me from day 1. They are feeling plenty of satisfaction right now, dancing on my grave. And good for them. But they have to wake up every morning, look in the mirror and know they are rats. I'll miss interacting with my great followers, but the fact of the matter is Mike is gone in 5 months anyway, and I now actually have time to do things.... outside. I never made a penny off of any of what I did, and it was a CRAPLOAD of work. So from that standpoint, I'm not exactly crying about it.
ETA: Also, I had two prior warnings from Twitter about posting copyrighted NFL/MLB content. I willfully kept doing it, and this was strike 3 (with a little help from a tipster who reported it, as they told me)... so basically, if I can't post the things I want to post, namely clips of sports, it's pointless for me to have a Twitter account in the first place. I've never been one to post pics of my lunch.