Sunday mornings are just an overall great time for reflection. Some of us are pondering what to do on this glorious day, some have to work, and others stay in bed until it is borderline socially acceptable. Personally, coffee (Irish on occasion) rules my existence as a human being. I sip on it and attempt to conjure thoughts that could perpetuate my existence to the heavens and back.
These posts anticipate stories in sports that in my mind, are entertaining to dabble with. Whether it be a bold claim or a seemingly impossible projection; blame it on the coffee.