Derby #28: Quitter!
Hey, this Derby's over. When you're finished reliving past glories, check out what's going on in the Derby right now. It's probably even cooler. Or at least newer.
Not many insults can cut as deeply as "quitter". Presidential candidates pretend like they're already ordering drapes for the Oval Office right up until the moment they drop out of the race. No-hope, go-nowhere rock bands roar about how they're in it for life, when what they mean is, they're in it until they get their girlfriends pregnant and have to get real jobs. Nobody wants the dreaded q-word hung around their necks. But maybe sometimes it makes sense to quit: if you know you're beaten; if you feel like you'll strangle your boss if you have to listen to one more order come out of his slimy loathsome mouth; or if the thing you're quitting is killing you, like smoking. This week on the Shirt.Woot Derby: quitters and the quitting quits who quit them.
Note: No celebrity likenesses.
