The darkest depths of The Doldrums are now upon us and, coincidentally, it comes during some much needed vacation time for The Dude and yours truly. We have scratched, clawed, snarled and fought our way from the end of the season til now. From the MVN fiasco through the end of the season by the initial onslaught of the offseason Doldrums through the draft and barely through the entire Go Daddy assraping. It's been a wild ride, we are fuckin' beat and there's absolutely nothing to talk about until things gear up in a week or two for training camp.
So, in lieu of this, The Dude and I are doing our gayest 'Velvet Goldmine' impression and running off to the beach together. This will be my view for all of next week with The Dude popping by for some drunken tomfoolery as often as he can (as well as for the sweet nectar of my world famous, slow roasted, lime-infused, Cuban style pollo asado):
Oh, if you happen to be near Sunny Isles, drop us a line and swing by the pool. We'll be the two sickos drinking watered-down scotch under the scorching sun while we oggle marginally disgusting French women and decide whether or not they are getting more fuckable with each sip.
Have a good week, Nation.