You know things are bad when even last night, watching the Cards come back and beat the Cubs in the bottom of the ninth, isn't enough to get the competitive juices flowing. (Which are nothing like "vaginal juices" BTW.)
I'm seriously in need of a hockey infusion. An open ice hit that sends some sorry dipshit flying ass over tea kettle should get me in a proper frame of mind. (Not that I wouldn't accept a sweep of the Cubs too.)
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