Happy Thursday, Spursland! Now that the gift giving is done and dusted, for the most part, I feel the need to make a public service announcement.
Ladies and gentlemen, no matter what you buy for your loved ones, do not wrap the gift in glitter wrapping paper. It does not matter if you think it looks fabulous, or chic, or that it adds an element of class. Just don't do it. I just got done exchanging gifts with my old man and I look suspiciously like I either just spent the night getting lap dances or like I came from a Kesha concert (no I will not spell it her way, I just won't). Don't do this to your loved ones.
And now the "news"
Yesterday's game was a perfect example of what happens when you don't play the game for "a result". You don't even play to win. You play the game to break your opponent. If only we could do this sort of thing against teams that are barely out of the relegation zone. Not that yesterday wasn't awesome, but it was another example of how we play when we show no fear and go for the throat as opposed to showing no fear and simultaneously not getting after it.
As linked to in yesterdays comments, big, bald Brad has signed a contract extension that will keep him playing until 2014, no matter what manager mode in FIFA 13 has to say about it!
Oh look, something bordering on a rape joke, in what is supposed to be a respectable publication. Dude, I am the ridiculous guy on a "Ridiculous Tottenham Hotspur blog" and I wouldn't even come close to using this type of language. Sure I will call well-respected football minds fuckwads (hi, Harry) and I have occasionally challenged public figures to fist fights (that might have been Sir Alex), but I would never ever come close to this. In the future, maybe think to yourself, "would my mother laugh with me or wish she gave me more time outs when she reads this?" when you have written something like this. This stuff doesn't make you edgy, it doesn't make you look smart, it makes you look like you want Jezebel to write a two thousand word piece about what a sexist, middle-aged, frat boy you are.
Eh, by Ole D-Snyd's standards this is not even a major thing. For example.
And she will take the reigns (cough cough) of the worst named team since Utah Jazz.
Which will bring him back just in time to play...us. We are Spurs.