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I hate when bloggers apologize

So here's the quickie explanation: Whatever hit my wife the day before knocked me on my sleep deprived ass yesterday. I moved a TV into the bedroom and hit the sack for umpteen hours and am waking All things Seahawks will resume in a few. My head still feels like it got family-styled by circa 60s Hells Angels, so my rancor might be a bit, how do you say, seething.