Wednesday, September 15, 2010


Ponciest sport in the world. The grass. The green. The entire edifice. The lameness can be difficult to endure. Not like it needs more ridicule. It's almost ridiculous enough to understand. Almost. Grown men spend millions, perhaps zillions of dollars every minute to make a hill look the way a bunch of Scottish sheep always used to do for free. But far be it from me to comment on which obsessions are constructive.

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