Back after a few days of technical problems to talk about … the football. Longtime readers of this blog know that my interest in Association (AKA ” proper” or “real”) football has been increasing for many years, to the point … Continue reading
Longtime readers of this blog will notice that the World Cup notebooks are going to be a little thin this year. Blame Fox Sports. (And yes, this has something to do with jingoism and is therefore vaguely political, but only … Continue reading
Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for a few more days than usual. The Bad Tooth finally made enough noise (and gave me enough sleepless nights) to send me on an emergency trip to the dentist, where … Continue reading
A tour of the photo archives takes us once again through the fringes of Antelopia, my ongoing project where I photograph every antelope I can find. Due to the fact that Northwest Indiana is not prime antelope habitat (not recently, … Continue reading
(Think of this, if you like, as the post from the 27th, celebrating a particularly pleasing outing of the traditional Boxing Day football and some truly excellent football talk. Unfortunately the last two days haven’t lent themselves to celebration, but … Continue reading
I’ll just leave this here for you. Anybody have any idea where this comes from?
I’ve never actually played Pokemon Go, but I think I saw a tall blue one this afternoon while walking the Dire Corgi. I didn’t catch it, and neither did the dog.
(Of course, there was an Olympic notebook. Or rather, an Olympic yellow legal pad. And like any notebook, I wrote down a few things that turned out to still be interesting the next day. And a few that didn’t. Expect … Continue reading
Gold medal, at last. Against Germany, which makes it better. (Refer back to the last World Cup if you need this explained to you; it is rather painful.) Brasil! (That’s two hundred thousand voices, more or less.) The Maracanã explodes. … Continue reading
The Man with the Mammoth Tattoo, Alison. Brazil 1, Alison (Cerutti) and Bruno (Schmidt), took the gold at Copacabana late at night in the pouring rain. The Woolly Mammoth does not fear rain or wet sand. (Image from Pinterest, cropped … Continue reading