The Trade Flatline. I mean Deadline, no wait, I do mean Flatline. Because there is no fucking pulse. "p.s. sick arson photo, bro."

This photograph is about all the articulation I can conjure this week. It sums up how I feel about the insipidly hyped Trade Deadline and the remainder of the season. Somewhere down the line I'll pontificate further. For now, just watch it burn. I think this is a boat house on fire on some place called King Island. I think it's in Australia and Arson is suspected. It's too bad Frank McCourt wasn't inside.