If the title of this post turns you off, or seems like it will lead into some kind of disorganized and childish rant, then good. Because that’s exactly what it will be. I’m about to channel the three and a half hours of mind-numbing rage I experienced Monday night and pump it straight through my fingertips and into your motherFUCKING brain. Bernie Miklasz is my favorite writer over at the Post-Dispatch, because he, you know, MAKES FUCKING SENSE when he writes. And he doesn’t sugarcoat. But even Miklasz was too dainty in his assessment of the latest loss for my [...]