...what in the wide-wide-world of sports is a goin' on here? Utter confusion abounds, as is the style on fridays. Who knew it would get so complicated? The usual screwheads and paranoid paint-sniffers are involved. It has been said that there's nothing more sad and desperate than a man in the depths of an ether binge; well the paint-heads aren't much prettier. And to ramble on about some conspiracy involving the HIGHEST LEVELS of GOVERNMENT and the complicity of the nefarious agents of our enemies just muddies things further. Perhaps it's best if I lay low for a while, to sort these things out. They never sort out on their own, you know.....
