Ok, it's not terrible, but bad enough to cause me to remember I wanted to chew my arm off while watching them puke all over themselves the last 5 minutes Saturday. Coming from ahead is always painful, but particularly so when your team looks like a bunch of 5th graders. They're looking for a blog war and you all need to determine if you want to engage. OPS' also needs to fix his fucking computer, but that's another issue. Is this goddamn thing 75 words yet?