First, A Confession

My brain is seriously fucking scrambled lately. I'm still catching up and, in a sign of how hard it's been, I can't say for sure what caused me to fall behind. All I know is that the serious trade cluster-fuck I'm seeing isn't helping with that (all on that in a subsequent post).

I'm trying to rediscover the rhythm and assume it will be apparent when it returns. In what I'm hoping will help with that, I'm looking to make this space something of a "late edition." I'll run behind everyone else, but hope to throw in more angles to make the reading worth while. We'll see how that goes.

In totally unrelated news, I regret that it didn't occur to me to name this site Coach's Son.

Now, back to the normal content.


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