The end is near.
That’s not a warning of the impending apocalypse, nor is it a lazy allusion to such an event. It’s truth. The end — of this year — is quite near. And what a year it was. 2014, you were an absolute babe. You gave us an Olympics to not understand but still shout at and a World Cup to understand a little bit more and shout at even louder. You gave us an icky European economy and an even ickier virus called Ebola and then cheap gasoline. Bastard! Then you gave us an itch with Russia and a rash with the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria. But you weren’t all cruel. You also gave us 365 days in which it was sunny at least somewhere in the world and love and babies and turtle doves and hot fudge on ice cream and so, so much wine (too much?) and waves and coffee and that one time on tinder. Joy!
And in the end, you gave Gabriel Medina his first World Title — does it get any happier than that?