It’s August, and that means it’s the worst month of the year.  It’s hot. It’s long.  It’s on the ‘towards the end of summer’ side of the summer-break time continuum and not ‘in the middle of summer’ or ‘at the beginning of summer’.  There are no federal holidays.  February can also fuck right the fuck off, but August is the worst.  Baseball is boring af and has the least amount of drama.  With so many games, literally anything could happen, but it happens so slowly it’s like if you had to watch a time-lapse video of a plant growing in real time. The NFL is in the preseason and the only news is who got hurt or who is protesting.  The NBA, of course, is in its dead season.

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