Good morning. When I was in college, I had two wisdom teeth removed. The surgeon said, “The other two will eventually have to come out, but that could be a year from now or a 100 years from now.” I, of course, opted for the 100-year option. Well, apparently that gamble didn’t pay off, because I’m pretty sure those two wisdom teeth were removed, sans anesthesia, during last night’s game. Mercy, was that ever tough to watch.
That isn’t to say the game lacked great moments, but man, they were precious few in number, and were often followed by painful moments that overshadowed anything else that may have gone well.