“I believe that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of man's puny, inexhaustible, voice still talking!” — William Faulkner
Even if the score to the basketball game makes it statistically unwinnable, you still play until it's over, preferably trying to even that unbeatable score as close as you can. Whether or not a person is terminal, they still have to live, and the way they live will have a huge impact on those who are not terminal. We have two things we can do, and we can do them both: fight, and enjoy what we can.
Forecast is 100 fucking degrees here in Music City on Friday. But yeah, everything’s fine.
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And the Orange Wankmaggot will henceforth be called The Ding-Dong of Doom.
Even if the score to the basketball game makes it statistically unwinnable, you still play until it's over, preferably trying to even that unbeatable score as close as you can. Whether or not a person is terminal, they still have to live, and the way they live will have a huge impact on those who are not terminal. We have two things we can do, and we can do them both: fight, and enjoy what we can.
What else can you do? The Braves won. We saw Ohtani hit a single and steal a base. That won’t post pone the inevitable, but it was a nice moment.
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Daunting newsletter today, Fletch. Great writing as always.
Gonna’ be a chilly 86 degrees in Atlanta today. Grab a sweater and enjoy the ballgame.