There’s pots half full, Alcy. There’s pots half empty. Pessimists and optimists and all that. Your pot has a busted bottom and whatever was in it flowed all over your slippers years ago. Not even a drop left. I’m just about to make the 160 mile round trip to watch a ‘home’ game… more in hope than conviction of anything positive at the end of it. What time do you need to set off?
