Way to go, 2017. As of this writing, Fox Sports Go is all borken (won’t let me log in under my cable login or brother-in-law’s Dish Network one), so I can’t even check for a random secondary feed. I will likely be stuck listening to the terrible radio broadcast (they spend 2/3 of the broadcast reading messages from listeners, no doubt primarily shut-ins from various loony bins across Merseyside).

Anyway, my other car JT is pictured showing his fine Evertonian spirit. Kruger shouldn’t get all the Lesser Footy thread promotion. This one lets you hold him like a human infant, so one of the twins usually has him tucked away in her room. But occasionally the house is quiet cause the demon spawn are all away, and JT prefers the Everton fleece on the couch. With a pillow pet tucked beside him. He’s quite particular. You know, being a fucking cat and all.

The Toffees damned well better beat the Foxes’ asses bloody, given that it’s a home fixture and Leicester will have no incentive to be anything but one and done. They have the knockout stages of the Champions League and staying clear of the relegation zone to worry about, with two key players already headed to the African Euros. They can’t stand to stretch their depth one iota. Plus, Everton came good late against Saints on Tuesday (in YO FACE, Sill!!!), so there is momentum to be had.

But I am still mad, along with the fact that ESP-fuckin’-N moved the roundball match of the day from 2pm to 8pm. SERIOUS, you fucking jerkoffs couldn’t let us have ONE nice diversion before 4:30 in the afternoon? The entire South is gonna be snowed/iced in already and needs something.

NC State at U*NC (8:00, ESPN)

Yes, as if anyone but the comically dedicated to suffering wolven types will look away, even briefly, from Jim Caldwell’s Fuck Lions of Destiny!! to see this. I am convinced this is a conspiracy to cover up wider dissemination of the knowledge that the Asterisks are an overrated mediocrity, and if they catch NC State on one its unpredictable good nights, it could very well run the baby blues right out of the Dome That Dare Not Speak Its Name. Either way, my last bottle of office Christmas wine getting drunken here.

Beyond that…I have nothing for you. I heard a perfect song to put on here, but the motherfuckers apparently zapped it off YouTube, so THAT’S RUINED TOO. So, you get this instead, appropriately titled and still a nifty tune.