It's late in the day. The rounds are ending, and we'll soon go to the awards ceremony. But it is a sad group of high school students and coaches. Not one has tasted any of the Official Meat Loaf of the MHL. It was so tightly wrapped, we couldn't even smell it.
And we're starting to get hungry. Tea time has come and gone, without tea. And certainly without baked animal flesh fashioned into convenient brick shapes for stacking. (Why do they do this, anyhow? Who, exactly, stacks meat loaves?)
A long day of MHL ignominy is about to conclude...
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