Midway through the read I urgently grabbed my toddler-size cat and sat him in my lap in order to find strength enough to finish.

I have harbored an unhealthy rage for Pixar from the moment I laid my eyes on that god-awful creation they call “Cars”. Half of this misplaced rage stems from the windshield “eyes”. Otherwise, it is the voice-over of that inebriated, sloppy red-neck that tips my scale.

Right!? I was thoroughly amused for an inordinate amount of time, lost in the I-cant-even-ness of it all, until suddenly I felt as though if I were to spend one more minute on their page, I would have to subsequently question my existence.

Lines for Holly Holm were +1000 Sunday afternoon, but lowered to +500 by evening. This, is an amount of eye-raising late action. It could feed into the theory of a dive, but I feel its a silly theory. However I got mine in for Holmes early! Yay! Only bet $200, winning 2k.