I'm told some not-really-local sportsball team named after a baby creature, a team widely followed hereabouts despite greater proximity to a different, red-legged sportsball franchise, has done something unusual by winning an end-of-season competition they had not won in 108 years. Also, there's another thing about a goat, I'm not sure what -- perhaps they serve goat meat at the arena, or use them to crop the playing surface? Anyway, I'd like to express my congratulation's to Chicago's Immature Animals, and to all of the Immature Animal sportsball fans!
...I hope all of you realize this comes at a cost, as it is A Sure Sign Of Doom and there's still a giant meteor hurtling in our general direction, possibly marked "C.O.D., Earth."
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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