So what if I’m still feeling the bitter taste of Friday night’s loss on my lips. I’m going down with this ship! So if you’re with me, grab a bottle of your favorite soda, dress in something short and tight (ladies only, please) and huddle close to my side in the cabin.
Because the ride from here to September will be hot and nasty and nerve-wracking and nail-biting-ish. And it ain’t for the squeamish.
Take my hand. Take my word. We’ll get through it all. Daisuke won’t let us down.
And if he does? F$%k it. We’ll go dancing. Or get some steaks.
