You're cool. Most of your buddies are not.
I hear ya. But that means they're not my buddies. There's certainly a place in sports fandom for a bit of friendly razzing among friends. There's no place for being a jerk or a troll.
When Thomas Boswell tweeted last July
"Mets: RIP. That's in 1K tie for Worst "L" Ever. -3 games. Fun team. Ain't gonna happen. Don't trade away good future. There's no 'present.'" I didn't feel bad about tweeting back a little "copying this tweet for posterity" at him. Cause the Greeks should have taught us about hubris. And I love Boswell and have all his books on my shelf. But if you're gonna go there, well, the baseball gods might see things otherwise, and you may just end up with egg on your face. But that was all. A victory dance or an IN YOUR FACE after the fact is just ungracious and asking to be humiliated next year when Cespedes breaks his leg trying to bunt and Syndergaard loses an arm in a Jet Ski accident.
Don't mess with the Fates, man. They'll come back and bite you on the ass. Baseball teaches us humility above all else.