THE PANIC ROOM – Round 10
Oh how they test our faith. These gods that pull the strings of our game, that torment us so, they test our bloody faith. They sent us to hell in a handbasket last Thursday night with the news every single premium in our sides would miss. It was an excuse to toss in the towel. I saw strangers crying on the train last week, community, staring up from their phones, glistening eyes, mouthing “not Gary… please not Gary”. All of us were staring at a sub-2000 week. Then WHOOSHKA. Todd Goldstein. Heath...