Upon further review, that was a fumble.
The pre-game lineup.
I see an LCD and want to paint it black…
Our game is dead! Long live our game!
You shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom…
I briefly come up for air to spread my germs on the new releases.
The football gods hate me.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow … so I don’t have to go see these movies.