Oh, the stories to tell you, kids. The Finals are a dirty, greedy, messy affair that smells like overwrought calogne, stale champagne and motor oil. I have stories about mullets, pants, socks, sad desperation and incredible glee. But they’ll have to wait another day.
In the meantime, I want to implore you. Mr. Mahoney is a published author. Yes, from the plucked sad beaches of Upside and Motor on Blogspot to published author. Mr. Fancy Pants needs your hard-earned money. After so many hours you’ve devoted to this site reading his paragraphs and semicolons, not to mention those nifty videos, don’t you owe it to him?
Okay, maybe not, but it’s a neat book and worth your time. Buy it.
