-- Albert King
Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were here. Let me get out from underneath this black cloud, and we can talk.
Schleprock’s the name. Good to meet you. . .
Albert King was a Reds fan. I don’t know that, yet I know it like a fact. The vintage bluesman wrote the above lyrics after spending a year as a fan of Cincinnati sports.
Honestly, I don’t know how you do it. Day after week after soul-sapping year. The patron saint of sports here is the son of Job, by way of Sisyphus.