Happy Tuesday, Spursland! It's midweek now (Is Tuesday midweek? Oh, screw it.) so what are you listening to? Sports radio? Sports radio, however, sucks. It is the worst. But what happens when you combine American history and sports talk radio? Genius, that's what.
And now the "news"
OK, I am finally going to do it. This, right here, right now, this is me boarding the Andros Hype train. Full speed ahead and lets hope this train ends up in a better place than the train at the end of the line.
Also knives and sub machine guns. Obviously flares are dangerous, but the smoke bomb that was thrown is to the flare as those snakes every lame parent gives their kid on the fourth of July are to the M80's the cool parents gave to their now handless kids. For all you young people out there, that is called an analogy, a very long and drawn out one. Be thankful you will never see that shit on the SAT's.
Three points out of first, and we get a passing grade. it doesn't sound right, until you see us play.
How does one react to such news. I wonder... YES! YES! YES!
Well that's nice, he is playing well in one of the most fixed leagues in the world. I'd like to talk about Goldust's Renaissance in WWE too. And that, my friends, is how you write something passionately about something you have absolutely no knowledge of.
I am speechless. (crosses item off very bottom of bucket list)