Oh, my God, I put my hand over the first post to shield my vision. Should I even read it? The way I'm feeling today, probably not. I don't know, are we a bunch of twisted puppets on a string who do a dance of death on a Punch and Judy stage because we somehow like that sort of thing? I think I just answered my own question. It's like rubbernecking at burials or something. Maybe I'll read it later and revel in my wounds after I stab myself in the face with a fork.
In Woody's mind, he probably thinks the four plays we got to see Aaron Rodgers on the field warrants a price increase.
