Last night the New York Giants danced the comeback dance. And I got suckered in again like I’ve been so many times before. I got excited. When they were down 29-14, I figured what the fuck and did the what the fuck dance resigned to a 10-6 second week. But then the Giants did their dance which is tantamount to being told that a fresh supply of zucchini walnut muffins are sitting in the glass case at Starbucks. But that carpet got pulled out from under me very quickly when Dallas came back to win the game they had already won. This morning I went to Starbucks and saw that there were no zucchini walnut muffins waiting in their case. It figures. I now have to learn a new way of posting and my means to a good shit has been rudely interrupted by a corporate giant that no more cares about my bowels than the New York Giants.