I’m bad at titles

Free Kraut’s brief lifespan, in graph form:

FK could use a bit more Other Stuff, so that’s what this is.

Plus, I admit I haven’t fully embraced the “Condiment Bar” moniker. While I respect the clever … ah, frak it. Why soft pedal the truth? We’re all adults here. I’ll just say it. I think “Condiment Bar” is lame. That’s right, you heard (read) me: LAME. Too cutesy. Too self-reverential. Too … I don’t know, something. Whatever. Doesn’t matter. Linguistic precision is not important right now. My gaze is fixed on a far greater calling: nothing less than a permanent return to the no nonsense austerity of “DLD”.

Look, I know this won’t be easy. I know the mob is set against me. I know my allies are few, and the road ahead is mined with peril. But what is life without principle, and how better to judge the character of a man than in the face of adversity?

Goddamnit, all I’ve got in this world are Jesus, DLD’s, and a team I hope wins ~83 games this year. And you … you’re trying to rip all three from my grasp in a twisted tsunami of clown pornography, condiment bars, and shitty baserunning. Well I have news for you. I won’t have it. I have drawn the proverbial fucking line in the proverbial fucking sand. This. Will. Not. Stand.

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