liking sports is an illogical behavoir. you invest so much time and energy but you’re in total passive mode… setting yourself up for loser status failure (where Roc has every right to make fun of you)… when your team goes down, you drown in misery, and take solace with salty sports writers that rip your team a second on monday morning… but this sunday, the Skins showed me why it all makes sense. yesterday was fucking awesome: buffalo wings, nachos, a seat at the bar, and an overtime victory. thank you Santana Moss. can’t touch dis.