Good morning, I guess.
One of my favorites died yesterday and I'm still not really processing it. I'm fine, really, but shaken about as much as I could be by the death of someone I don't know.
It's with melancholy that I think of my favorite song intro of all time is in "Raspberry Beret" when he counts out "One, two, one, two, three, four..." and the song just kicks on from there.
I'm going to try to end this on a upbeat note, however, and will even try to make it relate it to Spurs. No matter what happens in these last four matches, we're not going to let Leicester City bring us down. Let's go crazy!
So long, Prince.
And now for the "news":
Dammit, Crouchy, we said they're not going to bring us down.
I can't even be bothered by half-a** mental games by a manager I hate. I'm mourning over here.
Josh Onomah, Ryan Mason, Tom Carroll, and Harry Kane have all gotten real minutes this year. Dele and Dier are just young guys who fit into our philosophy of youth. I don't have the snark in me to take this guy down.
He was just so free. RIP