This one had been coming for the last couple weeks.
Cue the sad trombone.
DEPRESSION IN WAV FORMAT.
Cue it, dammit!
Go Royals. You're the Whatever.
I'm staying in bed tomorrow.
And now it's official.
The satire has reached Jonathan Swift levels (without the humor or logic and with many more references to poop for some reason), so I'll just close with the following:
I hate May. The month. The Darrell. The crapitude.
I hate it.
But it's almost over.
So yeah. Keep your heads up, true believers.
I was joking about the murdering, the killing, the eating of the small children, the conspiracy to commit criminal acts via an anonymous blog.
Ha ha ha.
Ahem. At least something good has come from this; for any of the Royals promotional staff reading, consider this: Willie Bloomquist Free Derringer Giveaway Night = Sure Sellout.
How many days until the next Greinke start?
Go Royals! You're the Best!