It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the age of strength, it was the age of weakness. It was the epoch of sweat, it was the epoch of tears. It was the season of gains, it was the season of losses. It was the summer of motivation, it was the summer of jams. We had everything before us, we had nothing before us. We were all going direct to the finish line, we were all going direct to the couch. In short, the beatdown was so far like the present beatdown, that some of its noisiest participants insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only…. coupons & FNGs needed. Hit that HC and SYITG.