At Least There Wasn't A Plane Crash

What the fuck is wrong with my diseased brain?

Anyway, here's the last Spurs post of the season. It's uh... long. Shocking, I know. Thanks for everything guys and I hope, time permitting, you all make it out to the bar to watch some soccer with me. I promise I won't judge any of you for drinking gallons of awful tasting beer at 9 a.m. Well, not judge you out loud anyway.

Don't be strangers, k?