What I hate about this season is that I'm sure I'm going to spend most of it
on the couch with some sort of sanguine Ward Cleaver look on my face,
nodding here and there at the action, sipping my beer, nibbling at my
potato chips when what I really want to do is pace up and down the floor,
shout like Sam Kinison at the players and refs, chug a beer, cram down
some wings and maybe smoke a doobie.
Maybe fielding a competitive/winning team isn't healthy for me but I sure do
miss it.
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