Happy Wednesday, Spursland!
This, my friends, is a call to arms. I, as many of you have noticed, am a buffoon. A nincompoop. A dullard. I am also very competitive and base my self-esteem on how well I am doing against competition, no matter how silly. That brings me to tonight, when the CFC Writers League Fantasy draft happens. I don't know what I am doing and the other guys know I don't know what I am doing. Help me, Commentariat Kenobi, you're my only hope.
As a token of my love for you, I present the return of the Prancercise lady, and this time the production values have been amped up.
And now the "news"
I was surprised by a handful of the players named, and by one or two that wasn't named. Not that I know stuff about this, I just hang out in the writers' room all day. How else am I going to convincingly fake knowledge about this sport, let alone this team?
Someone didn't see Diego Costa play yesterday.
Ah, signs that civilization is returning. I assume Shane will be against this.
Wow, the Silverbacks are packing them into that ground. I don't know why that surprises me. I like watching soccer live. Or should I say I like watching soccer live qhilw dirt stinking drunk, and I doubt I am alone in this. However, because I am, as previously stated dirty stinking drunk, I prefer it to be a lower level of football so there aren't so many details you need to pay attention too. Football outside at a pro level, but not even MLS level sounds like a good time to me.
I see Bill Belichick's brother found a job in the soccer world.