My Friends are Dumb: A Defeated Ravens Fan

I used to care *far* more about sports than I do today. As a child, the cosmos and my parents' genetic material paired up to play something of a cruel genealogical prank on me, inciting me to love athletic competition, while providing me the stature and hand-eye-coordination of a particularly inebriated lemur. To compensate for … Continue reading My Friends are Dumb: A Defeated Ravens Fan