There are moments, every season, where I am reminded of fonder times gone by, and I look over at the Jazz nostalgically and feel something close to love.
And then sometimes I feel like Don Draper, and despite all my own bad behavior, I just want to scream at my TV, "You selfish, childish, hateful little brat!*"
But I'm Don Draper, so instead I silently seethe inside as the Jazz implode.
Go Jazz go!
* I totally do not want to say the word "brat."