Way I see it, there’s only four ways for this shit to resolve itself. 1.) Cesc and Nasri stay. The least likely of the three, but I wouldn’t mind if it happened. 2.) Arsene sells Cesc and Nasri, then takes that money and buys Mata, Mertesacker, Parker, Gotze, one of Jagielka/Cahill/Samba/Dann, and someone incredible that… [Read more…]
I’m doing a few things differently these days. Eating a little better (no more babies or Five Guys). Drinking a bit less. Training more often. And reading again. It’s not that I ever really got away from reading. I didn’t have a television in Miami, so I spent my time leaning against the streetlamps of… [Read more…]
It’s okay to hate Barcelona. Go ahead. Try it. Just for a second. See? You didn’t burst into flames. Or grow hooves and a tail. Yes, I know Barca plays ‘the beautiful game,’ ‘the way futbol is meant to be played,’ ‘the epitome of possession football.’ Fuck, I know that UNICEF is their shirt sponsor… [Read more…]
Dad: Sweet fella. A little thin up top right now, if you know what I mean, but still the man. Dignified and kind. Wins arguments by Jedi mind trick. Has a logic that says, “OK, I know you’re wrong, but tell you what–I won’t rub it in when you fuck up.” Has a stent in… [Read more…]
President Obama invokes the 14th Amendment. And everybody wins. Obama: Gets to play the responsible grown-up fed up with a typically dithering Congress, which–let’s face it–is probably his best role. Gets to raise the debt ceiling without having to cave and/or chop Social Security and Medicare. Puts the Tea Party in its place and makes… [Read more…]
Three guys, in varying stages of adulthood and beardhood, sitting in a crowded cigar shop watching women’s soccer. Having intelligent, well-informed conversations about the game, and about the tournament, and about the players, and about the sport in general. Mike (60-something guy–thick, scraggly gray beard): You know why I like the women’s game more than… [Read more…]
5. Give an example of a hypothesis. If the sight of Band of Brothers on cable TV causes me to drop everything I’m doing and watch the entire marathon, then buying the series on DVD will allow me to actually stop watching, since I can watch whenever I want. Right? Right?
You have every right to tell me that I can’t have the job because I don’t live in a certain area. You have every right to tell me that I can have the job if I move to a certain area. You do not have the right to tell me that I can maybe sorta… [Read more…]
O generation of the thoroughly smug and thoroughly uncomfortable, I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun, I have seen them with untidy families, I have seen their smiles full of teeth and heard ungainly laughter. And I am happier than you are, And they were happier than I am; And the fish swim in… [Read more…]
I love to tell stories. And I’m lucky enough to get to do it for a living. Usually, those stories have little or nothing to do with me. Most of the time, I just happened to be present for something spectacular. Like when someone told the funniest joke of all time or snagged the Holy… [Read more…]
August 11, 2011
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