Look, this was a bad fookin’ week for me and reality/Lesser Footy.  Shit, I even had back-to-back seasons under a lot of pressure with Pretend Man City (2106-07 and 2107-08, specifically)!  But I ain’t letting go of that.  Without Footy Manager, I would wither up and blow away, like an empty plastic grocery bag on a blustery autumn beach.

Speaking of autumn?  Only two months left to kill before Greater Footy, and its non-union JV farm system equivalent return.  Oh, joyous day to come.

Buddy of mine tried to get me to watch the Babylon Berlin series, but I don’t have the attention span or patience for even a movie, much less a TV series.  So, I am reading the book series instead.  Volume 1 is quite good, and I am nearing the end as I type this drivel (late Friday afternoon).  Books 2-5 await for tomorrow through hopefully much of July.

What are people reading?  How are you staying sane during this shittiest of seasons?

Don’t even bring up Everton and the Premier League.  DON’T.  FUCKING.  EVEN.

Chekists v. Danes – from Baku (Noon, ESPN)

I have $10 on nil-nil (after 90′) in this one.  About time that happened.  I won’t be watching.  The officiating yesterday put me off this torneo, especially since there’s nobody left that I even have mild affection for.

Ukes v. Boring-Ass Brits – from Rome (3:00, ABC)

Really, do you want to hear Ian Darke stick his tongue all the way up the Cuck Liouns’ arsehole for 2 hours?  Knock yourself out.  And aren’t Ukraine semi-likeable?  Nah, they don’t count because they’ll be ded on their feet, and have no chance whatsoever.