Can you even comprehend how overfilled with joy I will be if you're actually right? I will physically break down and sob an eighth ocean's worth of dino tears of joy if you are. I hope for it more sincerely than a four year old hopes for Santa Claus to come down the chimney with whichever video game system is hype that year.
I will consume more popcorn than all the theaters in all the suburbs in all of America, enjoying the ever-loving-captial-"F" outta the moment the NFL body-slams that turd-burgling, race-car smashing, playbook leaving, finger-waving-at-justice Rice.
Let's sit back and watch. Either way, I win: I'll be right or I'll be happy.