Saturdays are for lying in bed and resting your sore typing fingers, muttering curses at Geoff Keighley under your breath. They’re not particularly mean curses, I quite enjoy covering events like SGF. It’s nice having a few hours where game announcements pour forth like bubbling water. Yes, those bubbles can be the ineffable gassing up of marketing hype, but I won’t dismiss everything we see as pure cynicism.