I didn't even get one damn number and, if I had wasted more than what amounted to loose change floating around my car, I'd be pissed about that fact. Not about losing, I expected that, but not even getting one number, it kind of feels like each one those numbered balls was drawn and then smacked right against my chin. All six of them, just like a weekend with the Spirit.
Now I miss Chicago St. too.
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