Viva El Birdos: Oooouuuuuuch

This one will sting for a long time:

That sound you hear is the air being blown out of St. Louis’s lungs from that wrenching punch dealt to our collective midsection. To say that was a rough game would be like losing a few limbs and calling it a flesh wound. Unfortunately, we aren’t in a Monty Python movie. (I’d be an enchanter summoning fire without flint or tinder if we were in that movie.)