Were I capable of normal human emotions, I can almost imagine that this comment would be hurtful. Besides, I’m not a terrible person, just your normal run-of-the-mill sociopath. I exist in a perpetual state of anhedonia-the only exception is Friday night victories over Forrest. Of note, This will be the CascadeHomer 3rd annual fagot-burning post-victory celebration. I pre-arrange 50 fagots-symbolizing your Rockets,-and we light them based on points scored—2 seasons ago I thought we were going to call the fire department— & I felt happy for the first time since the September night in 1968 when I gutted a man as if he was a fish. I was wearing green at the time, so they ruled my actions legal in case there are any legalist amongst us. I was just doing my job, I just happened to really love my job. Now, there is one Friday night per year, where I get the chance to get that feeling again…
PS, the afternoon bottle of wine was a great suggestion!