This started as a jovial litle blog abouf Soccer, NASCAR, F1. But due to thei recemt ele ction that brought Donald Trunp and horrible minions back into power, it's become sowthing a bit more vicious than it was.
My Room With A View The feeling grows within me that what I see out my window here is increasingly relevant to nothing other than itself. This would not necessarily be a bad thing if I were delivering a sermon at your church, but in this case it releases the impulse to communicate, applies…
Brian France with a Charter prepared for a lucky team owner, earlier… NASCAR has crept up on me suddenly this year…like the shadow of a monster. Well, to be honest it was lurking there all along But like everything this year, it has taken me by surprise. Yes, it really IS and has been…
My blog, recently…. I’ve been on the verge of filing a petition with the Federal Railroad Administration for the abandonment of this blog. The property is in sad shape, needs extensive maintenance work, track and signal upgrades. Bridges need to be replaces, not to mention the new ones that need to be built. All…
Business as usual, then…. I never visited the borough of Plumstead when I was in London…and I’m not sure if it was still called Plumstead back in those brave and terrible days of Nixon’s decline…but I am quite sure I was never there. No, I’m absolutely certain. Just a I’m quite sure (absolutely certain)…
2015 in Review, pretty much…. If you expect a look back here, a year in review and all that dross, then your expectations are pretty much wrong. Go cry into a glass of cheap champagne on your own time. Also, if you expect any New Year’s Resolutions and similar false bravado here, well…I guess…
Stoke City 1 Chelsea 1 Chelsea 1 Liverpool 3 Stoke City 1 Chelsea 0 Chelsea 1 Norwich City 0 Tootenham 0 Chelsea 0 Chelsea 0 Bournemouth 1 Leicester City 2 Chelsea 1 I was going to stand in the rain, in an empty stadium, or my front yard, whichever is closer, and rant about…
It’s Talladega, Baby!! And you know what THAT means!!! Yes indeed, it means exactly what it has meant around here all these years….the things that gives most men a raging boner. But now, this time around, it will also mean things that give some men a raging boner. And no, I’m not referring to…
Who needs a focking DeLorean…!!? Sometimes there is so much, too much, to write about, talk about, think about…and this is one of those times. I’ve painted myself into a corner (again) after all these years and faced with everything I have to and should be talking about, thinking about, and writing about, I…
Chelsea 1 Southampton 3 I was planning to write a long-form essay on the various perils and turmoils of two cities in England….that would be Dallas and Fort Worth for those of you keeping score down at The Firehouse in Mount Horeb WI where I dropped by yesterday to have a beer or three…
Look at my Fucking Red Trousers!!!! When Roy Hodgson led his team out to play Switzerland….oh wait a minute. He’s leading the Swiss national team out to play in the 1994 World Cup…most likely the United States which despite the happy smiling faces, would end in a 1-1 draw as Erik Wynalda equalized just…
Chelsea 1 Crystal Palace 2 Well….I was merely/only going to write about the Europa League again, but then THIS ugly mess reared it’s ugly focking head and I simply have to choice but pen some sort of take on it. I suppose I should just say CONGRATS Alan Pardew for becoming the ONLY Premier…
Manchester City 3 Chelsea o There is always more to everything than meets the eye. But sometimes, what meets the eye is all you need to know. For example: SCOREBOARD! ! Manchester City roasted Chelsea. Tore the blue flag from their hands as if they were stealing candy from sweet little children and burned…
Astra 2 West Ham United 1 Vitesse Arnhem 0 Southampton 2 This morning , the race for the 2017 Europa League Championship began in England at Old Trafford. ManU(re) momentarily holds a 1-0 lead at halftime courtesy of a Kyle Walker own goal that Wayne Rooney celebrated as if he scored it himself, but…
Approaching WATFORD….enroute to LEICESTER CITY. The English Premier League has thrown me a curve this season. Last season, for the most part they were tossing straight up heat, reaching back and bringing the cheese. But this season, my word, the drop on that curveball has nearly left my bat on my shoulder and an…