The Raccoons turn 12 years old today! I hear Maud has a pie in the oven and – … nevermind, I think Brassfield’s already found it.
Anyway, the Raccoons are now legally old enough fold explicit origami in Japan, drink red wine under adult supervision in France, and get married to a second-degree cousin in Alabama! Facts!
Since I have yet to get thoroughly sick of them, we’ll just continue on here. It’s not like I have anything else to do in life.
… Unfortunately, the season ended yesterday, so the critterless playoffs later on will have to suffice for entertainment today, and maybe the opening post for the offseason.