To quote the apparently immortal Doris Day: When I grew up and fell in love I asked my sweetheart, what lies ahead Will we have rainbows Day after day Here's what my sweetheart said Que será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que será, será What will be, will be
Will there be a comments section to rate the speeches from the clueless Pols? An over under for the number of times the team is referred to as The United?
Yes. All manner of suffering is open to comment, as long as you were there to experience it in person.
And how do you plan on enforcing that, will it include races with a speeding bullet, leaping over tall buildings or just having a hissy fit and stomping your feet?
I have in mind more existential dilemnas, such as the choice between burning your retinas trying to watch the game or taking advantage of the steep rake to look down the blouse of the woman in the row below.