Take a knee, gang. Let’s huddle up here for a second. Talk some shop.
Now, I know we’ve all got full plates this summer. We have to tell people we’re going to the beach for the weekend, then just sit at home and claim the beach traffic wouldn’t have made it worth it. We’ve got a full docket of sports journalists to send hate mail for perceived wrongs that we will convey with shattered English, a language we supposedly speak fluently, and while typing with our shoes on our hands. And, as always, there’s an endless list of people to kiss.