We tried. We waited. We scoffed at blueberries. We were the paragon of civility in a world of scrubs. Our teams had heavy, there was heavy for all. It was a golden time of plenty. Then came the storm callers. Then the hammers. The tethering bows. The massacres were horrific. Honor and fairness became an anchor, and we drowned. Now, we just get to the heavy. On time.