I'd tell you from the start...
Well here we are. To many, the end. To others, the beginning. What are the arbitrary values we place upon these insignificant events? What is the point? That smell you smell? That Italian restaurant you went to, had a great time, and later recalled a much worse time? Don't assign values. We don't have time to reassign.
Enough with the "emotional", we move in to much more important things.
Football is here. Yes, it's been here all along, but with a scope upon the ever present man-drama created by media sources prying private lives and less about the mid-season failures, departures, and emergences. Matt Ryan, fucking right. Brett: fucking wrong. I don't care about your dick, your team sucks dick. LT: way to come back. Brady, still a robot. (La Riv house ref). Chiefs? My auto-correct had to spell that. Manning stuggling? The other, not a playoff contender? Hmm. NFC west making a mockery of the playoff system? Shit. Hockey?
My predictions: NO plays the 'Hawks in the NFC championship and falters, Ravens fall to Patriots- 'Hawks fall to Patriots. I would make the same prediction against the Giants of 08 again and again.
On another note, what do I do?
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