Palace can't seem to win a league game. Let's talk about something else.
Here's a question.
You are running on the trail. You are just seconds from getting your best time ever. Your legs are like pistons pumping powerfully up and down. You feel like nothing can get in your way. You squint at something odd ahead. You realize it's a woman wobbling precariously close to a steep ledge. You know you should help but you won't beat your time. You feel like a dick as you run toward her.
At what point do you stop to help?
a) When you realize she's attractive?
b) When you notice she's powerless to stop her four feet tall Great Dane connected to a leash on her belt from pulling her over the ledge as it chases a squirrel?
c) When you see her smear her clothes with four ginormous turds she had just bent over to clean up?
d) When you see that her infant baby is just seconds from tumbling out of the carrier around her chest?
e) Never. Screw her. All I care about is my running?
I answered e) when that happened to me this morning. I am a dick.
Come and watch Palace lose again tomorrow and feel like I feel.