Happy Thursday, Spursland! They say April showers bring May flowers, and it has rained more where I am than in the rain forests of Brazil, yet as I look out my window I don't see a single god damn flower. Spring is bullshit.
And now the "news"
England's team is starting to look a bit like Swiss cheese. Hopefully for you guys Stevie G is so filled with rage thanks to Liverpool collapsing and losing the title that he goes off in a fit of old man strength in Brazil.
It's pretty clear at this point there isn't room for the bestest person in the world at Spurs. Christian Eriksen has established himself as the clear man for that spot and with Tom Carroll returning andAlex Pritchard seemingly ready for a taste of the big time, Spurs have more midfielders, especially attacking midfielders, than you can swing a dead cat at. Villa would be a nice place for them if they stay up.
This is a fantastic read because it is written like the intended audience would be dummies, and that's exactly what I am.
And those big giant balls probably produce tons and tons of...heroism.
Michale K Williams is somewhere with a sawed off shotgun searching for his passport and then starting to walk northwest out of Brooklyn. Toronto will probably try to use Rob Ford as a human shield and who can blame them, he is a lot of cover.
Poaching is wrong, but sometimes things that are wrong just feel so good. Like sawing the horn off a you know what lets not even go there.