There should be no Things, because there is no thing to say. I ran out of synonyms for “lousy’’ a few decades ago. The leaves have all been raked. Bags-on-heads are so ‘80s and irate and stunned fans haven’t existed in at least as long. Yesterday didn’t remind me of the Lost Decade of the ‘90s. It was its own Lost Decade.
I’m sorry, truly. Zac Taylor is a nice man, and I appreciate beyond words the respect he shows people like me. And I’m sorry we’re witnessing his demise in real time.