My apologies for a short hiatus from this column. It had nothing to do with the losses, just a busy bit of life. Shit happens, as they say, but I found the keyboard where I left the damned thing, so here we go again.
This is the part where I’ve normally been finding humorous ways (in my own mind) to deal with yet another close, soul-crushing loss and pump my fist Howard-Dean-style YEAAAAHHHGG!!! as we recognize the improvement being made and virtual slap the Riley-weenies who see each loss as some new validation of the power of sprinkles, Calibraska and the wonderful future portended by another 55-21 pimp-slapping.