Hey, you. You there. I know you sense that I've written here about sports, and I know that you don't really care. I can already see your eyes glazing over, your jaw going slack. I can already see a thread of drool slowly unspooling from the corner of your mouth. You might want to wipe that thing, actually, before it reaches your... uh... too late. By the way, is that a new shirt? Damn. That's a really nice color on you.