Yes, once again boys and girls it’s time to sit at the bar, drink beer and put on the blue gloves of happiness; the Star Wars tournament is heating up and you’re invited to hone your voyeuristic tendencies into a sharpened symbolic point and thus enable a once-proud tradition of bracketology and gamesmanship to substantially lower yourself, and those who are feeble enough to participate, transform into an idiotic, yet incredibly visceral, display of human carnage, not unlike watching a train wreck. Please sir, may I have some more?
Best wishes,
Charles Dickens
Best wishes,
Charles Dickens
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