The end is mayhaps nigh. Not just for Boston, but for everyone. Including Tom Brady.

Fangela has had quite enough news about the New England Patriots' linebacker Tom Brady's torn ACL from NPR during her morning and afternoon commute, thank you very much. And because WBUR's recent focus on "local programming" basically translates to "recycling the same news a whole lot," they'll make sure to update us every ten minutes on the lack of a change in status in the ACL tomorrow. That is, if the world still exists tomorrow.

Like, can we have some apocalypse in the local media, please? I mean, other than the current election cycle? How about that machine called Large Hadron Collider, somewhere under the ground, between the border of France and Switzerland? You know, that machine that has a very, very minuscule chance of sucking the world into a black hole at 3:30am tomorrow, Boston time? I tried to engage some of my friends in a conversation about what they'd do on their last day (this could be it), but they were too busy worrying about Brady's planned surgery, and what it means for the Patriots. Maybe I should have asked how they think Brady would spend his last day, being that the injury renders football as an activity sorta impossible at this point in time.

This could be goodbye, people. Not just for Boston, but for everyone. Fangela loves you all. Adore your ACL's while you can.

Artist's rendering of black hole contributed to the public domain by NASA.