Yeah, trust me, it hurt to type that just as much as it hurt to read it. We are live and in living color at "The Joan," which is incidentally not a menopausal woman but a Division I (kinda) football stadium. After the game, we're getting the hell out of this god-forsaken town and should have a game report sometime Saturday night/Sunday morning, depending on our blood alcohol level.

Enjoy the blowout.