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I got snookered in earlier in the week (or last weekend) where I thought the brass ring of cold was within reach. It seems that what cold we're going to have is going to be very limited in time and potency and we're back to kicking the can. Y'all can hang me if I'm wrong and I'll be man enough to admit it. My non-scientific, backed-up-by-nothing but being comfortable in shorts in December feeling is that the door is shut already. I read in the MA forum that somebody said Joe Bastardi of all people finally cited climate change. It's finished.

Temperature. Shutout coming.

It's dead, guys.

Unfortunate

I've never had a shit happy hour.

If the outbreak was caused by an unvaccinated player, the game is forfeited.

Yay. Go Raiders. Plop.

For what? Snow or winter in general? I want it to feel seasonal. Even if we don't get snow.

I think the balance would be a stoppage now, for two weeks, all players under any sort of contract with a team are isolated in a facility of the franchise's choosing. Allow the transmission amongst the teams to cease and then hit the restart button and fans are gone until spring when it warms up and/or the variants slow down. This shit ain't going away, but until we have a tamiflu-like medicine that treats the symptoms, we can't allow biological bombs to occur 60,000 people at a time.

It absolutely will but I'd rather wait 8 weeks and watch first team players than have games right now with you and I on the field of play.

It's time to pause sports. There's no entertainment factor coming from depleted squads.

Christmas Day pick: 42 in MDT and UNV, 46 in LNS, 38 in AOO, and 37 along the front.

This is why I posted about losing NY and then MLK and going holiday to holiday until we were bitching about cold rains in June lol

Cold. ****ing. Rain in Clearfield today. Merry Christmas.

I feel like up until about Wednesday, we couldn't go a full cycle of guidance without reverting back to something tropical. I now believe we are about to flip the switch for a bit.

That's a weird bullseye of Huntingdon.

That's a long way to describe a vampire.

Oh wait. You were referring to incest. I'm sorry. Go on...

I would say check 2002...

I'll miss you, Joel...

Lower your expectations

Too bad the coach is a used car salesman who will piss the whole of it away.

Depends on how many pumps you chump out at.

Bad? Like knowingly eating sushi you got at Turkey Hill bad? Or getting caught ****ing your cousin bad?

Found the Christmas card sender in 2021, you guys.