Good morning. I don’t know about you, but yours truly is still pretty much floating through life as a result of what took place on Friday evening, at the second-greatest setting in which to witness the Washington State Cougars beat the piss out of the Washington Huskies (Pullman being the greatest, of course). I don’t know how long the feeling will last, but I’m totally fine if it never goes away.
I do know there are none of you who are eagerly anticipating my lazy and uninformative intrepid and peerless analysis of the game, but the truth is that I haven’t seen more than a few highlights, so it would be rather disingenuous to pretend that I know what the hell happened, outside of looking at the box score (which reflects a goddamn curb-stomping that even Derek Vinyard would think was over the line).