I sit back on my swivel chair watching little vultures trying to do the actual kill rather than merely pick apart the carcass and I think to myself, “What is this? What are we doing here?”
Within 24 hours the same room held the game’s worst representative and its best.
Are you ready for some good ol’ public flogging and moral superiority that results essentially in nothing but another baseball dry hump?
You know the drill. On to the shaming.