My boss, who is not much of a sports fan, is in Framingham, Massachusetts today for meetings, and mentioned in an email that he was feeling a bit out of step with some of the office banter in the wake of last night's heartbreaker. So in the spirit of that M*A*S*H* episode where Hawkeye and Trapper John teach Radar a couple of context-free lines he can use to impress one of the more cultured young nurses at the 4077 (e.g. "That's highly significant"), I decided to send him a few key phrases he could drop into casual conversation that would help him fit in:
"Hey, you can't blame Timmy on that last one. He got us this far."
"You gotta admit, Bitz was a bright spot."
"I hope Scott Walker gets a painful rash."
I think as long as no one asks any follow-up questions, he's golden.