Whoah, boy. What a week. Last week was too perfect. It clicked too neatly in the place for it too stick. No way could things be that great, and here this week came, snapping up all hope and joy, ahhhh, the life and world I know. The week before is under the bed, a picture, a dream of a past that never yielded future results that were thought to be possible at that specific point of time. Another reason why it is important to never have expectations.
Anyways, it's S.N.O.T. time. The floor is open for YOU and everyone else to talk about whatever you want. Do you want to talk Super Bowl? Lat pulls? The end of the baseball offseason, now the Baseball Prospectus Almanacs are starting to ship? How much fun the new Japanroids album is? Want to tell me what in the world Tropic of Cancer is about, because I am reading it and I don't know what's going on?
Regardless, whatever you talk about, just remember the standard commenting rules apply. Enjoy your Saturday night while you do whatever it is that you do.