Well I woke up Monday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
No more spring practice.
No more wondering if Ndamukong Suh goes first in the NFL draft.
It's times like these you can always turn to old twangy country music, where the cattle are perpetually dying, the women are perpetually leaving, and there's more beer than sex in everything.
This stuff they call country music now days is like a scourge upon the land. Too glitzy, too perfect, too urban and conjured sadness. It doesn't cut the feeling.
Oh, sure we'll continue to pump content. There's still plenty to talk about. Just give me a couple days to get over the reality of the situation. Things are bleak.The baseball team still hasn't won a Big 12 series, and it doesn't look like anything is improving, which is sad.
Country music sad.