In the Pretend Year of Our LAWD 2081, I achieved the crowning achievement of my life (Pretend or otherwise). Ground is breaking on 140,000 seat Bernard Gilkey Park. That's right, second new stadium of my long Pretend Man City tenure, and they's naming it after ME. Hey, at least now I can't
Despite continued outbreaks, postponements, and cancellations (both Everton and my Shitty Wolves will be unexpectedly off this weekend) - the Premiership marches on. Sort of. But losing the fixtures I care about this weekend, and seeing the FITBAW post-season schedule get all used up...well, thunderfuck reality. It's back to MOAR
Here comes the deliriously jam-packed Premiership Festivus period, with the added entropy that is #NuAIDS. A good opportunity to see some of your favoUrite side's depth options! You're not setting your alarm to watch the German Elton John kick the tar shit (and whine incessantly) out of Uncle Woy's ti-wud Pawace.
Because moneys speak louder than public health (and thank FUCK for that, amirite??), we finally have sommet like a full Saturday slate. Praise be! But don't forget about Premiership Banana Puddings time, first! The Mighty Blues of Everton are in first position (assuming Villa lost yesterday, which I will presume #HAILGAMBLOR),
God help me, but I think Everton actually goes into this Derby matchup with a puncher's chance (7:30, NBCSN). The Redshite will no doubt be focused after their 7-2 thrashing away to Villa...but thhat veneer of invincibility has faded. More importantly, Don Carlo has this bunch of Toffees believing in
Jeebus, how time flies when...you alternate between taking naps and sweating like a Black man in an Alabama court. Oh, and my office in downtown Raleigh shut down at 3p yesterday, and they forbade anyone from going in over the weekend. Seems like some organized violence is going down. You watch, THIS
Please consult with the infinite wisdom of Chuck D: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wOcOBjB3uU I swear to holy tittyfuck, it's like Manfred's raison d'être is to make The Shield look sane, humane, and competent. Eat shit, you boot licking motherfucker. In better/Lesser news, our beloved Mighty Whitey survive and advance to face the Bees (nae Moose Hornets)
The Athletic recently published a long-form discussion of how any of the participants (ok, maybe not the ones who dug deep holes before the 2nd leg of a tie got played - ie, Chelski) could win the abbreviated, neutral-as-WICHITA Shempions format. It got me (and the Clubhouse's other Lesser enthusiasts) thinking