To combat the gloom and doom, I've chosen to focus on the positive, and hope it begins an uplifting tread leading up to and after we smoke the Jags.
So here I go.
Remember Greg the Leg? Remember how when he kicked it, your heart skipped a beat since it looked way off, but sometimes would curve back in? Remember the other times it curved outside the posts?
Well my positivity is focused on Gay, who has a strangely comforting impact on me as he consistently hits a perfect ball dead center nearly EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
God Bless him.