Dear Readers,
As all of you know—because you follow sports, know how to read, and are aware that California, the state, exists--my St. Louis Rams have fled my hometown, the New Rome, the place that made me what I am today for the glitz, glam, and "liberal propaganda" of Hollywood embodied by every celebrity besides the woman who played "D" in Clueless. As all of you also know—because if you clicked on the link on my Facebook page that took you here then you have, regrettably, clicked on a similar link that took you to a similar place at least once before—I have written about this event, or the possibility of it, Ad nauseam. I have dreaded this day, and cursed the man who brought it to my doorstep, through much of my recent past. I have spent the year of 2015 in a constant state of emotional oscillation. Sad one day. Pissed the next. Full of hope in some random moment. Then shattered and broken out of nowhere; shaken in disbelief just like that.
As all of you know—because you follow sports, know how to read, and are aware that California, the state, exists--my St. Louis Rams have fled my hometown, the New Rome, the place that made me what I am today for the glitz, glam, and "liberal propaganda" of Hollywood embodied by every celebrity besides the woman who played "D" in Clueless. As all of you also know—because if you clicked on the link on my Facebook page that took you here then you have, regrettably, clicked on a similar link that took you to a similar place at least once before—I have written about this event, or the possibility of it, Ad nauseam. I have dreaded this day, and cursed the man who brought it to my doorstep, through much of my recent past. I have spent the year of 2015 in a constant state of emotional oscillation. Sad one day. Pissed the next. Full of hope in some random moment. Then shattered and broken out of nowhere; shaken in disbelief just like that.