It's what I do now, and as I do with every problem in my life, I blame Ken Holland.
I avoid thinking of our Red Wings. I truly do. I have enough turbulence(ance) in my life. Lou Whitaker left off the ballet(ot), the Lions, Michigan football, chinch bugs ruining my frigging yard, angsty fifteen year olds, a perfect and adorable grand(d)aughter, defending the Florida coast line.
So I forget. And the emperor backs me up and it makes me feel sad.