Gerald Laird gets arrested for assaulting security guards. Come on. COME ON!
I mean, the Tigers off-season has become a brutal grind designed to pulverize our collective spirt. I feel like yelling Adam Sandler style.
I was running down the Tigers' projected starting lineup with a friend, and burst out laughing at our impotence half way through.
Dave Dombrowski's "This is not a fire sale" line cruelly taunts me as I watch our payroll plumb new depths.
I'm pretty sure that when the ball drops over Times Square tonight, it's gonna fall of its glittery axis, bound through the streets of Manhattan, hit the Interstate and squash my house. I'm prepped for it, anyway.
Happy New Year to you too.