I Hear The Train A'Leavin'

That's it. That's it. I've had it. I'm done.

Maurice Lloyd has been signed by Edmonton. Another fav player gone. Another little piece of my heart is gone from Riderville.

I am partial to defence players, I admit. I am partial to the guys who sack & attack the quarterback {see what I did there? Nice, huh?}. I prefer to watch games when our defence is smokin' hot & running over the receivers like shit through a goose. Wait. I'm kinda mixing my metaphors.

Aw, get over it!

Mo Lloyd ~ or as I like to call him, The Freight Train, since he just runs over/through the offence & hits them HARD! ~ is gone!

& there was much wailing & gnashing of teeth. A pallor of gloom descends upon Chez Wilma, only to be broken by a Lotto 649 win.

That's it. I am done. I refuse to pick another player as my favourite. I will not do it. I will not yell out, "He's my fav!" anymore. First Jurasin, then Narcisse, then Hunt, now Lloyd.

I just can't handle the pain.

Goodbye, Freight Train. Goodbye.