Preparing For The Footy Sunday

Look, we can has fixturez today.  Don’t worry.  But holy shitsnacks, does tomorrow’s slate look amazing.  First EVAR Merseyside Derby for Hill Dickinson Stadium, followed by City of Men hosting King’s Afrikan Water Pistols.  Don’t forget to tune in for this glorioUs footy double-dip.

Arsenal, of course, are getting all the bottle-based shade tossed their way.  But should they manage just a Draw?  Still absolutely in the catbird’s seat.  And I just still don’t see a Title winner in this City side.  Too erratic.

Our Gooner palz are still alive in Shempions, too.  They’ll slog through 180 (ok, probably 210) scoreless minutes with Atleti, for the right to get shitcanned by either PSG or Bear Team in Budapest.  But no way are they “resting” anyone in League play.

What Saturady lacks in quality, it makes up with quantity (fully FOUR windows), starting with Mighty Whitey away to local derby-frenemies Praise Beesus (7:30, USA).  Followed by a mid 10:00 window featuring Geordie Arabia/Bournemouth and Leeds/Wolves.  Leeds would basically clinch safety with a win, so there’s that.

But the quality picks up in the evening (local time), as Squeaky Bum Spurs host the Trashbirds (12:30, NBC).  That will be murderously tense.   Brighton are chasing Europe (and facing their old manager), so expect intensity from all parties.  Men Untied visit Chelski late (3:00, USA/Peacock), with only ONE senior centre-half available for selection.  Who doesn’t love some bloody-minded CHAOS?  Bet the over!

But Hippo. wut if ah ain’t care about teh footy?  First, it’s ok, just like how I don’t really care about Bettman-ized HAWKEY.  Second, fuck right off. 

Thirdly, here’s a random thought I had while in the car.  I tend to drive just like my general political disposition.  That is, centre left.  I am happiest when the highway goes 4 lanes, so I can be in the next-to-left.  I feel harried by the lunatic brigade if I stay in the farthest left lane too long, but when there are only 3 lanes, I can get annoyed in the dead centre.  And FUCK A DUCK, don’t get me started on the far right lane.  Which my ex-wife used to nag me about ALL THE TIME if/when I wasn’t actively passing someone.

She wasn’t a right-winger politically, though.  Just had these really weird risk-aversion-isms, here and there.  If anything, she’s just a bit to my left.  Maybe my theory is absolute bollocks?