Once the talking points have run out, the greatest orator of our time is left with nothing; not even the name of a single person, from a span of 109 years, who's ever played for his conveniently favorite team.
I know the time. I get it. I'm tightly wound, but know when to kick off the shoes. I pay attention. I observe everything. I know what I'm doing and know how it works. I crave the authentic, the genuine and the classic, and the noise, jive and bullshit of this era will find no purchase on my watch.
And I can flat drive anything.