I've never been a huge sports fan.
Sure, I go to opening day at Fenway Park every year. And yes, I listen to Jim Rome. And Bill Simmons. And Dale and Holley. And okay, maybe I occasionally arrange my Wednesdays around Terry Francona. BUT NOT ALL THE TIME. And so what if I adore sports movies? And sports fics? And sports shows? It's perfectly normal that I love Chad Ochocinco! And okay, yes, maybe I'm annoyed that the Supernatural writers said Babe Ruth when they meant Ty Cobb. BUT IT'S BASEBALL. I've watched everything that Ken Burns has to say about the sport, and they got it WRONG. And also: just so we're clear, it's really just not my fault that Tom Brady's so hot. Or that I am wearing a vintage Bledsoe jersey RIGHT NOW.
WHATEVER, I'm married to a REAL BOY, okay?
My point is.
AM I REALLY THE ONLY ONE JAWDROPPING OVER CASTIEL TURNING INTO PACMAN JONES? SERIOUSLY. HE WAS JUST BEING REBELLION, AND HE WENT TO THE SCRIP CLUB.
ANYWAY. ICON. Shareable with a comment and credit and an explanation of HOW ON EARTH no one else seems to care about this disturbing development! Well, okay, I guess the explanation's not actually necessary. I don't know, does this all amuse me too much?