I tried really hard to come up with a headline that was a play on “All my exes live in Texas,” so we could have a fun time remembering the 2010 World Series. But I failed, so now I’m doing that pathetic thing that writers do where they were unable to accomplish what they wanted, so they settle for telling you all about the thing they would have done if they were able to do it, and pretend that’s just as clever.
Like that art exhibit where James Franco sold the concept of paintings he didn’t actually paint and wasn’t going to.