This squad might be less than the sum of its parts
Masochistically continuing to examine such a Saturday as the nightmare just past would be akin to delving into one’s own cold vomit after a night of unwise drinks-mixing. Frankly, you just want the wife to clear it up so you can move on. (As it’s the day after St Patrick’s, some of you will doubtless be finding that a particularly apt topical simile.)
Still, such potentially historic moments do demand a considered pause, so let us hold our nose and proceed.
