Life between panic and worry
Break out the worry beads. Go find a brown paper bag to breathe into. November is about to end.
It's officially time to panic.
Or so it would seem, with all the frantic handwringing across the country after just a few games.
Not all panic attacks are created equal. Some are Chicken Little-esque, a sense that the sky is falling when it's merely a cloudy day sure to eventually pass.
And in some cases, well, the sky is actually falling.
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