it's 1 pm on a sunday. u got plenty of time to call all those voters for tomorrows poll, and tell them aboot 'the grand conspiracy' and that, despite their personal experience and/or viewing from afar all things danny, that he really is misunderstood on the 'whiny brat' persona of the past few years.
that should work.
i don't sit near our bench anymore. there's a weird vibe by some nearby akin to some in a crowd at a car race hoping for a crash, or those at an ice game hoping for a fight as far as danny's performance that day. im there for a game, and not antics. it's like those folks walk in loaded for bear, ready to be offended at any slight, and acting like we deserve something, anything, everything. i won't yell 'enuf already! pipe down!' cuz most of the normal folks cheering our squad on also don't want to hear that from me, while others be like 'get'em danny!'
i am not qualified to judge his true mental profile as i did not sleep at a holiday inn last night. i just grabbed some coats, threw them in a tub and just snoozed off for a bit in the wee hours, as i was done with the festivities. 'wake me when its time to go home.'
it's all a bit too much, and i know my limits.
hey danny! play donno, free tris, and put a sock in it! u wearing out a pantload of folks. prolly some of those voters, too.