I’m sitting at home recovering from surgery this weekend, so I truly have nothing better to do than to watch this wheezing, broken down train of a program limp into the station. The empty stadium, the two disinterested teams, the bored announcers trying to make it somehow sound interesting, the players with nothing better to do than level meaningless cheap shots.

It’s like being there at the end of a bad party where the lights are already on and there are just a smattering of unwelcome guests still hanging around, not having the social grace to realize it’s just time to go home, and just going through the motions until the booze runs out.