A reasonable
first impulse is
to yell “what is
shut the fuck up,
Alex?” at the top
of your not-pink-
any-longer lungs.
Then, much like
every other time
that smug bastard
opens his mouth,
you realize that
besides having a
damn fine research
team, he also has
the answers right
in front of him.
And I don’t care
how many TV
dollars you have
in front of you,
no daily double is
going to bring you
back from that
deficit.