It’s been a long week. You’re a hotshot blogger. You’ve got to meet a deadline. Literally six or perhaps even fewer people are depending on you to amp them up with some Kentucky blue flavored misery. And the only thing swirling in your head are the rumors in the air.
“Pruitt took a dump in Coach Richt’s F-150.”
“McGarity is looking for his balls again.”
“Schotty is thinking of voting for Hillary.”
So yeh, you’ve got nothing.
Then...a text from Hank and a few minutes later the wife cues up a YouTube video from the CMAs.