It’s Monday morning. A couple deadlines will come to a screeching halt on my desk in a couple hours. My gut aches from too much Easter ham [the 15 Bud Lights probably didn't help, either]. It’s pouring rain. And that problem with my car is starting to scream “transmission.”

Still, I smile. Why? Well, yes, partly because I’m batshit. But mostly because the 2005 season [AKA the Championship defense campaign, the David Wells era, etc.] begins in less than six days.

Ain’t it cool?

Thanks to Matthew for the photograph.