After watching Perry Kitchen be the best player on the field for eighteen minutes I txtd this guy: I'm sold on Kitchen. Two minutes later I txtd: And know he's injured and out. He txtd back: You fucking suck. It's true: I've crippled before with praise, I'll cripple again. Fuck, and I begrudge people their rituals and their imaginary friend Jeebus. Oh, and Pontius sprained his ass.
Here's Goff, here's Shatzer, here's Webb. More later, or not.
