And you thought we were all a bunch of dudes, unemployed, sitting on our couches, one hand on the cell, the other doing 12-ounce curls, yelling out “Mom! Where’s my meatloaf!” while scrolling twitter and wondering where the hell the day went when we finally realize the sun went down.
You thought I’d say when the sun “came up” didn’t you. Pshhh. We sports bloggers need our beauty sleep. You’re lucky to get game recaps on the same night the game ends. Basketball blogging and twitting universally goes silent during those witching hours. We are respectable dudes after all!