Wow, guys. Just...wow. How about that game yesterday, huh? Hoo boy!
Yessir, it would have been hard to predict THAT outcome!
Much like it would have been hard to write this post two days ago because I had to catch up on Downton Abbey urgent things to do on Sunday. Or maybe my power went out. It could have. YOU DON'T KNOW. [poker face]
Alright, look, it's long been established that sports fans speak their own language. And I'm not judging! Dude, I once wore a Bajoran earring and Starfleet insignia. TO HIGH SCHOOL. So believe me, I'm not gonna say word one if you guys want to call it the:
Or if you believe you've contracted:
(Just tell me there's no lancing involved. At least not the icky kind. Actual lancing with horses and knights and stuff would be kind of awesome.)
And I'll only snicker a little when you cheer on your:
"Fire at will, Number One! It's evacuating the rear exhaust ports!"
And hey, just because "The kich 15 good" means nothing to me, that doesn't mean I respect you sport people any less!
I'll just respond with a little "Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra" and we'll call it even!
After all, you guys have your "Patrits:"
And your "Gaints Beat Patroits:"
And we have Tribbles and Reavers and Sith lords. (Oh my!)
You score "Toachdowns:"
And we reconfigure the programming on our Kobayashi Marus.
Which, just for the record, is NOT CHEATING.
See what I mean? We're basically all the same! We all have our passions, and our quirks, and sometimes - SOMETIMES - we all make mistakes.
But seriously, guys, I have no idea what you're talking about. Can someone translate this into Klingon for me?
Hey Mary M., Melissa M., Lynn H., Dan H., Erin W., Amber G., Molly S., Jessica S., Sara J., & Janette R., lupDujHomwIj lubuy'moH gharghmey! So I hope you like sushi.