The owners of FCDB (that would be Dirtbunny) have been on a long management retreat to contemplate the future of the squadra. Frankly, the team roster doesn't get my heart pumping the way it used to. Making lifetime acquisitions seemed like a good idea at the time, but certain players have done certain things that make them undeserving of the honor. For others, well, it's just time to part as friends and move on.
Therefore, effectively immediately, FCDB players will now be organized into three groups. There will be the active players, who are still around and still more or less as beloved as they were when they were called up. There will be Dirtbunnies Emeritus, all of whom leave the club with honor and are free to publicly refer to themselves as Dirtbunnies. And then there is the BadDog group, all of whom are being punished for some rime or another. A few of the BadDogs can harbor some plausible hope for reinstatement if they make necessary changes and atone for their crimes. Others are, I believe too far gone to ever come back.
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Monday, November 15, 2010
Old Lady Post: Whatever in Europe
ORIGINALLY POSTED ON SEPTEMBER 17, 2010
Warning: My space bar is on the blink. I'm trying to catch them all, but I just found a "but then" that came out "butt hen," so please read generously.
It's happening again. Another horrid start marked by defensive fail, a brief rally and a few goals attributable to the other team's horrid defense, a moment of brilliance to make pride and joy swell in your heart, a long and tense slog to the final whistle, and conceding a goal in extra time to finish in a 3-3 draw. Lucky me: I got the Ray Hudson edition, which means I got to listen to him give his two-years-out-of-date Juventus information, refer to my pretend boyfriend as "Little Alex" as though he was a shih-tzu or something, and to hear his broadcast partner Phil Schoen mangle Italian pronunciations. Have you met our leftback, Dee Shegglee?
It's the matches like this that are the killers for me. You can see that they have it in them if only they could keep their concentration for the whole game. You think maybe they'll pull it off, maybe, but then you see the laziness and complacency start to show and then, well, the fail comes.
I couldn't figure out how to download some of the best stuff, but there's still plenty to see right this way.....
Warning: My space bar is on the blink. I'm trying to catch them all, but I just found a "but then" that came out "butt hen," so please read generously.
It's happening again. Another horrid start marked by defensive fail, a brief rally and a few goals attributable to the other team's horrid defense, a moment of brilliance to make pride and joy swell in your heart, a long and tense slog to the final whistle, and conceding a goal in extra time to finish in a 3-3 draw. Lucky me: I got the Ray Hudson edition, which means I got to listen to him give his two-years-out-of-date Juventus information, refer to my pretend boyfriend as "Little Alex" as though he was a shih-tzu or something, and to hear his broadcast partner Phil Schoen mangle Italian pronunciations. Have you met our leftback, Dee Shegglee?
It's the matches like this that are the killers for me. You can see that they have it in them if only they could keep their concentration for the whole game. You think maybe they'll pull it off, maybe, but then you see the laziness and complacency start to show and then, well, the fail comes.
Sinisa's not the only one who could use a decent tailor.
I couldn't figure out how to download some of the best stuff, but there's still plenty to see right this way.....
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