OK, fuck that shit. it's over. TIME TO MOVE ON. One month left and 2 series with the Nads and the fish, and none more in phila-fucking-delphia.
Next up is the last stop in Atlanta, a series I will entirely miss as I will be on vacation. It's probably better that way, as I can save up my hatred for the final series at Shea and I have it on good authority that Mr. Rory B. Bellows will be able to pick up the slack and then some. So fare thee well for the next few days. God help us if we're not in first place when I return.
A final reaction to the last series before I go.