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Good Lord…

I know it’s only opening day.

I know it’s a sometimes desperately-long season.

I know that, in the grand scheme of Everything, this game today means almost nothing.

But Sweet Lord, that was grim.

Except for Marshall, of course.  That guy seemed to have the game of his life.

[Editors: feel free to delete this entry.  Good Lord…]

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