My glasses look pretty clear, and I see a lot of gray.
Some black.
Some white.
Not burgundy.
Could be half-empty or half-full.
But a lot of gray.
Maybe it's just that gray time of year... you know, that time of year when it gets really gray and cold, and once again, the Redskins aren't in the playoff hunt? That time of year when we begin pondering what was, what is, and what ever shall be?
And the curmudgeon, once again, is our Scrooge.
