I literally have nothing for this team right now. I ambled home on Wednesday in no rush to watch the game. I drove through rush-hour Sacramento traffic to go printer shopping. I AMBLED like a damn fool, spent an obscene amount of money, then took the long way home, as well. Could it have been thrown it on the radio for the drive back? Sure, but by that time the Kings slipped from my mind and I ended up thinking about $200 for a printer and ink and listening to A Crow Looked at Me by Mount Eerie, an album written by a newly widowed man struggling to find meaning in his wife’s untimely passing.
Kings vs. Bulls Preview: This is Some Bull
