The Horse is Dead. I'm done beating it. I promise.

For me, listening to this spliced together is similar to the sensations I can only imagine a dog has when their trainer starts blowing that high-frequency whistle. I have only a vauge sense of what is going on, I'm pawing at my nose, there's a duece on the carpet, eyebrows are furrowed and before long I'm going to start lunging at tracheas if it doesn't stop.

Ok, now I can move on. Bring on the All-Star Game...