Happy Wednesday, Spursland! Yesterday I decided to take the advise of A. Commenter (as he was dubbed by Uncle Menno) and the results are in. After one day without Harry Redknapp I have found that my blood pressure has returned to normal levels, my headaches have gone away and the taste of food has never been so amazing. Is this what the first few days of sobriety feels like to recovering addicts? If it is, it is almost enough for one to go out and start popping oxy.
I give you day two without Harry Redknapp!
He has been granted unconditional bail (whatever that is) after failing to appear to answer for two speeding tickets in Essex. What a rebel!
Have you caught on yet that there is not a ton happening in the world of Spurs today? Look at you, you get a cookie for being so clever
What's happening around SB Nation after the jump
This is a ridiculous thing to say, but I think I could have stopped that. Some part of me deep down just feels like I could do it. Here is the same video, but 1000% better thanks to the musical accompaniment
Wow, eastern Canada sucks.
The Olympics are the shit and anyone who says otherwise just fucking hates sports, and freedom, and puppies (what's up Ashlock), but Olympic men's football sucks. I have watched it one time, it sticks out in my head because Portugal were playing somebody, and the match was awful. The play was shitty and all the announcers did was harp on about this character that Manchester United had just bought. Some guy named Cristiano something or other, who did NOTHING in the game of any note at all, except one time he received the ball on the goal line and did 15 step overs (shocking news I am sure) and the announcers FREAKED out about it. I, of course, knew already that this guy would amount to nothing. But the lesson is that the only good thing about footy in the Olympics is that it means more screen tome for the ever-adorable Megan Rapinoe.