We're all just like a bunch of puppy dogs at draft time

[RSE]

Year after year, we ran to the door to meet our master, tail wagging, full of anticipation, and every year we got hit in the snout with the newspaper. After a while, we thought it might change, this year it would be different, we'd get a warm hug, but no. Year after year, newspaper to the snout.

Now we're sitting here, with a new master, but still expecting a swat in the snout.

[Melchior]

Haha, great analogy.