Hi, Folks! Your Farm Report for today is right here. It’s in the system, it’s published, the link works, but for reasons known only to God and IT people, the post’s buried in SB’s innards and I can’t get it out.
Highlights? Puns, funny picture for 19th-century lit nerds, some players did well, others less well.
Lowlights? The entire team at Ft. Myers took Mientkiewicz’s instructions and drank poisoned Red Bull, following Astral Plane Leader Doug to the next dimension.
I’m assuming this won’t happen again. But you know what they say; “when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me, plus Miguel Sano comes over to your home and stares at you disdainfully until you wilt with shame.”
Catch you tomorrow!