The first couple seasons, we were Kickness Everdeen. The lead. The protagonist. Angsty in our youth, but undeniably talented.
Next, in a shortened season: Effie Trinkick. Beautiful. Modern. As much about style as results.
Now, it’s time for glory: Haypitch Abernathy. Drunk, stubborn, loud. I plan on calling everyone “dear” and drinking from a flask the entire season. We may not remember a single game.
What’s next after that, huh? Caesar Kickerman, maybe? That would be cool.
Why not Three-Peeta as a tribute to our 3-peat, or maybe Four-Peeta if we take it again this time? Easy answer: because Peeta sucks, idiot.