It’s the end of the week and we’re talking about the week that was.
Happy Thursday, Blawg Pound. Not a bad day to be alive. The Indians earned a much needed W on Wednesday night, I’m considering buying a pack of smokes to stave off the withdrawal symptoms from a lack of playoff basketball (but it means the Cavs are in the playoffs), and with the NFL Draft starting
(The soundtrack for this post is “Sirens” by Pearl Jam. I listened to it on repeat while writing this.)1 The way I felt yesterday watching the Indians celebrate in the guts of Target field was overwhelming. I didn’t cry, but I also wouldn’t have dared speak aloud in those moments as the Tribe were bouncing