Three-seventeenths into my Guinness, Niners  down by 3 their third possession, bookbag dangling, girlfriend independent, still Harbaugh-hating, 30 plus years, I am of mixed demeanor at The Old Pro, pressed between two parties of strangers, missing a quansutts gritty familiar stance and Ramona as a pizza parlor. But I do root, quietly for Sherman and Wilson, you would already know, if you read me.

I am reading about the Koch bros during bad very bad commercial interstices and making as Scoop Nisker suggested my own news or noise or symbols 2 easily manipulated.