I know what you’re thinking, “No! Not another cheesy self-indulgent farewell article! Quick, where is the Sudoku? Where are the police reports?
There is something I’ve noticed about conversations at public gatherings. From sports events to dining halls to exotic furry conventions, there’s one thing that these areas have in common: banal, useless conversation.
Renowned American journalist Edward R. Murrow once said, “Get these ants out of my pants!”
Oops, sorry that was someone else.
In a way we had gotten exactly what we wished for. That wasn’t comforting for us, as in retrospect the eight hour, 500 mile journey from Chester to Cheney was going to seem longer on the way back.
I’ve got a question for you. Who cares about post-game press conferences? Seriously, who amongst you common fans truly cares about canned, corny questions being answered with canned, corny answers?