Problem In The U.S.A.

Today has been wholly unproductive, save for a few hours this morning after having a couple cups of coffee, leaving me predictably wound-up. Rather than take responsibility for this, I'm going to pass the blame.

I have had a song stuck in my head for the few days. A song I cannot stop thinking about, singing to myself or listening to. A high fructose corn syrup coated, digitally manufactured song marketed at 12-year-olds devouring their parents disposable income. It's not even a song I like, should like or ever will like.

And it's all your fault, JARED SULLINGER.

ESPN needs to play that months-old footage of Delvon Roe acting again, to cleanse my mental palate.