He also had a device that looked rather like a largish electronic calculator. This had about a hundred tiny flat press buttons and a screen about four inches square on which any one of a million “pages” could be summoned at a moment’s notice. It looked insanely complicated, and this was one of the reasons why the snug plastic cover it fitted into had DON’T PANIC printed on it in large friendly letters.
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams. Edited for relevancy.
It would be a bit of an understatement to say that the first five games of the 2011 have been disappointing, especially after such a ridiculous spat of bloops, bleeps, clank-mitts, overthrows, and mistakes to our rivals, the hated Dodgres (pronounced Dodge-Rays).
Starting the season 1-4 sucks, especially with the honor of having our games being shown on ESPN and all, and the associated honor of game-times that prevent local fans from watching the beginning of the games.