Happy Halloween, Spursland! Now, a public service announcement: if you are of an age that you are responsible for handing out the candy at your house, don't be an asshole. By that I mean, don't be the house giving out nickles. Don't be the house giving out granola or sugar-free snacks. And please do not be this person.
Halloween may be a spooky holiday with its roots in scary pagan stuff, but these days it's all about the kids. That's right, guy hoping to go out, get drunk and meet a girl dressed in nothing but tape, it's about the kids. And as you should remember, being a kid sucks sometimes, especially when someone points out you are different, by making it all about themselves and putting on their crusader hat to inform your parents that their kid doesn't meet the fitness standards of the creepy neighbor.
Don't be a crusader on Halloween. Don't just assume that all the other parents in you neighborhood are feeding their kids nothing but crap all year and that this is a night of super crap. Let the kids have their one night where they eat themselves into a sugar overdose. Instead of crowing about the state of chubbiness in kids strive to be the cool house. You know, the one who went to Sam's Club and got full sized candy bars.
And now the "news"
This is probably genuine thanks, but a part of me in the back of my mind thinks there is a chance AVB heard how great the support was and started muttering " yes, YES DANCE MONKEYS DANCE" under his breath.
But is there anyone being unsettled for the new stadium that was also evicted when they built White Hart Lane?
So a manager that literally everyone from his teams rivals to his team's supporters hated until the words Mesut Ozil were first uttered is on the list for Coach of the Year. Makes a lot of sense that he would be one of the top 10 managers in the world.
The original reports said it was "pot," which left me fucking baffled. I had no idea what that was. Like was he doing something weird where you take bath salts and Molly and mix them up and then burnish them on a copper sauce pan or something? How do pots figure into this? Because nobody has called marijuana pot since Reagan and Thatcher were high fiving each other after they just completed there secret trysts in 10 Downing Street (you know they did) while poor Nancy was in the other room giving a speech about saying no to drugs or something.
Well, everything that goes to Miami turns to shit. Right, Bryan?