Well, just when we were settling in for a new career as professional strikers, the warring parties brought out the ol’ peace pipe filled with some primo Toronto Grow-Op Gold. Good stuff! Maybe! Anyway, we won’t know the details until, what, tomorrow? Because it’s top secret! The public isn’t supposed to know. Shhh! Now everyone gets to act all cagey and pretend they “won”. Hurrah! Nevertheless, we has a sad because now we have to go back to work just when we found something we were good at (Yelling, “Shame on David Miller; Shame Shame!”), and also this blog will come to its inevitable close. Unless we don’t ratify the deal, but that’s really too depressing to even contemplate at this point.
Tune in later for more coverage of the aftermath. Meanwhile, there’s still some beer left to drink, and possibly a bucket of purple jesus…
