Don't Expect Anything From Me Until Game 7 Ends Tomorrow.

My celtics hat was worn a little lower today to cover up my eyes and I didn't do my usual hop out of bed, it was more like a slow roll to misery. Last night sucked. Today was disgusting. Tomorrow will still be gross. But Thursday night at 11:15? Well that's gonna be like when JC pushed those boulders out of his way and went to go to the great gig in the sky. So I'm just asking you to hang on for a little bit. At least until I find my footing again.


P.S. My apologies to the jewish readers who don't get the JC reference. Actually I'm not sorry. It's called get with the times. That shit happened.