Thanks to a random, mind-blowing and slightly disturbing phone call I received at work the other day, I stumbled upon the stark realization that we have officially stepped into the future. Now, I understand that the logical, sensible and overly literal reader (I have those?) would say “But SportsChump, with every passing second, we technically enter the future” and they’d be right, but what happened to me the other day made me feel like I was smack dab in the middle of an off-putting Steven Spielberg movie. SportsChump and the tale of the automated reservation maker - Sports Chump
