Lots to discuss, but I’m in no mood to talk after that one. Analysis of last night’s game? Two words: It stunk.

Hey, if you can’t wax poetic, at least you can be honest. I’ll try to be more sociable next week, after the swelling from repeatedly banging my head against the wall has subsided.

As a police officer who issued me a speeding ticket once said, "Have a better day."