You know what? I’m okay with this.
And I’m not just saying that but then later finding myself curled in the fetal position, sobbing on the floor of my shower. I mean okay as in tomorrow morning I am going to grab my coffee, catch my bus, pick up the Post-Gazette, kick a pigeon, and greet the security guards and I won’t have thought of Joey Porter one time.
That surprises me.
Now if this was Troysus, there would definitely be rending of the garments, running of the shower water and sucking of the thumb.
Hat tip to Chris.