Well, I’ve just about worried my new five-article series to death.
A bloody death.
Like, cue the CGI, we’re talking a gore-fest.
I have chewed up, spit out and frenetically lapped back up every baseball stat known to man.
I have torn my opinions apart by their sinews.
I have taken farm implements to my self-worth as a writer.
It has been ugly and brutal and utterly par for the course.
This is me on a job.
Aren’t I pretty?