What a silly game.

I like that when Tampa's rich folks get affected by a hurricane, there's a Red Cross phone number on NFL broadcasts. When the ghetto gets fucked, they're on their own.

Doug Pederson shouldn't be let on the flight home. He can drive down I-10 in a rental car and think about his mistakes.

And the sappy answer of when my wife first told me she loved me because I cried at the end of Elf.

Honorable mentions to opening night of Cocaine Bear with two bottles of champagne and a Halloween midnight show of Rocky Horror with a shadowcast.

Sausage Party opening night. I brought a flask of whiskey, bought a large coke and filled it about halfway, and got a huge bag of popcorn. The edible hit during the previews. I giggled until I cried.

All ball

I just realized my job deposits thirteen bucks per paycheck into an HSA for me which seems hilarious. Hell yeah let's buy a pack of bandaids.

This story is finally what's going to cure my imposter syndrome.