In the 80s, life was simpler. We knew Tony Gwynn was going to win the NL batting title every year and Wade Boggs was going to win the AL. And we liked it that way, goddamnit.
I hate it when a convenience store line is slowed down by some dumbass buying lottery tickets. Go home, light a fire in a barrel, throw your money in that instead, and get the fuck out of here. I’m trying to buy junk food like a responsible adult.