This week has flown by, hasn't it? Although I do realize that I've now doomed tomorrow to be the slowest workday of all time, I can't help but be comforted by the speed at which this week has passed. My reason for feeling comfort may surprise you, however. The sooner we can get Leicester's game over with, the better. Their inevitable 1-0 win after farting around for 90 minutes releases me from the oppression of hope every week, and I can't wait to be watching us kick the paste out of Manchester United on Sunday with the hopes of reeling the league leaders back to a seven point cushion.
In all seriousness, though, what they are doing isn't ruining my appreciation of our squad, it's just an annoying distraction.
Aside from our match and obsessing over the Foxes, this is our last weekend match for a while. In fact, I'm pretty sure we don't play another weekend fixture until our home finale against Southampton. Somehow our weird year gets even weirder down the stretch.
Anyway, up the Spurs. Let's smash United for fun on Sunday.
And now for the "news":
When asked how he would do that aside from running really fast and crossing the ball once in a while, Yedlin sat in a silence we can only assume continues at this moment.
He just wanted to be free, Shane! Free to play 90 minutes of games and be 100 percent happy!! Dammit, let him be happy.
Fine print includes Ricky Villa and Ossie Ardiles personally preparing him asado after wins.
I'm going to go shotgun ten beers and hope I forget the state of public discourse.
-And in honor of Gif Party Fridays