OMG FUCKOFFANDDIE LOL OMG

There isn't anything to say. It had to be this way. Like any catastrophe, there is nothing to say. Moving on, etc. The last twelve months or so of sports has been a soul-castrating mess. Fuck it. My last and only complaint, in two parts, is that it's really fucking lame when somebody adopts a hometeam at age 30, doesn't watch many games until the playoffs, doesn't get upset when they lose and then cheers "Yay!" and twitters how happy they are. Bust out the chardonnay, we'll stick to malt liquor and memory. Ready vices to welcome the apocalypse.