I'm on the rag road. True to form, I draw the one person on the flight who needs the seatbelt extension as a neighbor, then my rental car company downgrades me because they are out of cars. Now, I'm borrowing time on a friend's computer with one of those split ergonomic keyboards and it has taken me 37 minutes to write these three sentences.
At least it's fucking sunny and warm where I am.
I think there are a couple of midweek games. I know there is at least one as I rearranged my fantasy line-up to include Captain Collar-Pop. Seeing how much guff I've given the Scousers around here, I'm pretty sure this ends poorly. I think Chelski might also have a midweeky, but I'm not sure. So I'm just going to cushion the number of "predictions" this week and I'll look like a genius come Wednesday.
Anyway, I'm running late for the rehearsal dinner and none of this has anything to do with football, but they're gonna play games tomorrow no matter where the fuck I am, so I am going to live up to my voluntary responsibilities, goddammit!
0-0
2-1
1-1
1-2
3-2
2-2
1-1
0-1
1-0
0-0
0-2
1-2
4-1 (*The Mancs are on fire)
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4-1 is definitely going to be the score at the Craven Cottage tomorrow, right? Maybe Duece with a duece, EJ with his inaugural, and a classy finish from Brian McBride? Sweet
/delusional USA fanboy
There is zero chance Titus Bramble knows how to operate a computer
Titus Bramble? Computer?
You know what a problem is? Being in a bar in Pittsburgh where the keg of Iron City was not cold enough to drink from. Now, that is troubling.
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