A former anti-dentite opens up his mouth and mind
We spend the rest of the year criticizing every player, but in the spring we can dream. Prospects are vastly overrated, and insanely unrealistic hopes can be placed upon the most random of players. But that’s the fun of it.
From there, you can trade phone numbers and info, or most likely never chat at all and simply sit in one another’s matches for eternity, our avatars an ongoing reminder of an alternate universe where we may have met, fallen in love, and perhaps co-authored a series of racially sensitive flip books for children.
I often wonder if when I’m 90 on my deathbed if I’ll look back on the 100 hours I spent playing Skyrim fondly, or as a waste of time. Hopefully I’ll be so baked I don’t give a shit.
Seven comics. Two hours. One historic summit on the state of stand-up comedy in the Hub.
This week the B's have it