Don't recall ever having a race take such a wild swing from so good to so bad so quickly.
You were like the Atlanta Falcons in the Super Bowl.
I didn't like typing that, but I wanted to prevent Ian the pleasure of coming up with that analogy himself and posting another gratuitous photo of TFB.
(He'll probably still post a photo because I've now mentioned it, or maybe he won't now that I mentioned that he will. Or maybe he will because I mentioned that he won't after I mentioned that he will. In any case, I'm calling this pre-trolling, if that's such a thing. Which I'm sure Ian loves because I'm doing his work for him. But I figure that it's so much less annoying when I'm doing it myself. Gosh darn it, the dude is in my head. He's in my head, man. I'm trolling myself.)
I'm torn between joy and sadness at not being able to write this myself. Well played, PinkSocks; you stole my move.
I guess you're right. I reckon Tom would eat peanut butter.