Here's how I tell you apart. Nate keeps a wish list of upcoming bans. There is blood on his lips from his last meal. Brian writes official-looking reports analyzing basketball. They appear ready for submission to his CO. Sly swaggers around like John Wayne. He's the most confident, and probably the fattest, of the three.
Sly is a fatty. I had to roll him into the Rose Garden when we went to a game. I'm still waiting for you to mess up so I can drop the hammer on you.
Keep a stiff upper lip Maxie! Sometimes, fate likes to toy with optimists by temporarily making them think they were right. When things inevitably go wrong, the crushing of that false hope lends a delicious tang to the taste of their tears.
I knew Hell would be Red Hot, but I had no idea it would be Rollin'! Let's keep the abuse coming! You know if we sucked this year, there would be "realistic" posters calling out Mags and KS, so we who were pessimistic deserve the same throttling. FYI, we would have to go 2-40 the rest of the way to equal last year's record. No matter how the rest of the year turns out, what an amazing team and what an amazing run! How sweet it is to be so wrong. Thanks to the team for putting me and my prognostication abilities in my place.
