Organized Sports is a recurring sports column named for a seminal DC avant-hardcore song by the equally stupid and brilliant (to me, “equally stupid and brilliant” pretty much just means “brilliant”) band Void. Take from that what you will.
Last week I moved a little closer to the black, but I’m still cowering in the red. Close enough for the legbreakers to give me a reprieve, though, so no need to keep peeking through those blinds, waiting for the two-inch man to sneak under my door. Bleary-eyed paranoia, that’s all that is. What’s on the docket for this week? Hopefully I land on the side of the sharps, but we all know the house always wins. Always. But maybe? Nah, I’m a sad sappy sucker. But I just won’t quit.