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A tab with an article about tonight’s game is minimized at the bottom of the screen. I click on it and enlarge it. “The Vipers Are Crushed by the Wolves in a Sensational Night.” I scroll to find that she has an account and her username is—I kid you not—ColdAsKane. And this alter ego has already posted numerous comments. “Oh, fuck off. Crushed. You sound like a fucking child who’s yapping for attention and clicks. There was no crushing, and the Vipers would’ve held out just fine if it weren’t for that bitch Armstrong.” “Sensational? More like pathetic. The Wolves couldn’t ‘crush’ anything if they didn’t have the refs in their pockets.” “Bitch, please. One game doesn’t define a season. Get your facts straight, morons.” "Funny how a one-off win has Wolves fans foaming at the mouth. Desperate looks good on you.” “The Wolves got lucky, but luck runs out. Vipers never do, motherfuckers.” And when Wolves fans engaged, she was so passive-aggressive, calling them all sorts of names and trolling