I despise liars. I hate deceiving. It’s for cretins who don’t stand by the decisions they make, don’t do the things they say they’ll do, or are despicable cravens who have to pick themselves up with empty words. I am sorry to say this to you loyal reader, but I am about to lie, I am going to slander all up and down these pages.
For you see, I didn’t like this weekend very much. Nothing I wanted to have happen happened. Which is the thing with sports. You watch, and cheer, and hope that maybe once an end outcome you’ll actually enjoy occurs, and most of the time that moment of happiness is only a speck, a fleeting instant that exists for a moment until the next week or game devours it all away.