When my son was a toddler his obsession with trains that seemed as permanent as God suddenly ended. It was replaced by an absolute addiction to winning. Winning at games, winning at sports, at cards. He was a poor winner and a poor loser. Thinking about Jose Mourinho, those traits so often seem to go together.Read More »
And in crying doom, despair, agony, I reference not only the outcome of Arsenal’s Champions League game against Dinamo Zagreb, a 2-1 loss in which Olivier Giroud was sent off with a red card after 39 minutes (and therefore will be unavailable for the next game as well).
I refer also to the state of Champions League television rights in the U.S. Read More »
Let’s talk about Fantasy Football.
This post relies heavily on my son, currently a bit of a fantasy football obsessive. He’s tried to get me to participate, but I feel quite strongly that I have as much obsession in my life as I can safely handle. And there’s one other reason I want no part.Read More »
I do love Christmas, but I sometimes find that the reality doesn’t quite live up to the anticipation. When I was a kid this was especially true. I’d get up on Christmas morning after weeks of anticipation and wait impatiently until the allowed parental wake-up time, at which time I would join my four siblings in the world’s fastest ripping off of wrapping paper.
Just like that, it was over. And the letdown permeated the rest of the Read More »
Adding to its friendly tournament silverware (should friendly tournament silverware be construed as plasticware?), Arsenal won the Emirates Cup. The first game on Read More »