And I'm back. Not that The Beautiful Game is much of a comfort to me lately, but hell if I’m going to spend my precious free moments on this chilly Thursday to talk about the garbage pail Buffalo Bills. Fire Chan. Draft a QB or two. Do what you will with Buddy. And give CJ the damn football.
As for that game of so much beauty, that sport of kings, my current joy with soccer only exists by way of emotional detachment since there hasn’t been a ton to cheer about these past few weeks. Yet in the midst of that detachment, much has happened. Liverpool’s form continues to elude them, both Chelsea and QPR have rid themselves of their managers, and a little league called the MLS broke my heart. Twice. I’m finally ready to talk/emotionally vomit/ramble incoherently about it.
ninja, ninja, RAP!
Oh fiddlesticks in the meadow with the cows as they're coming home, it's 5 am and I can't sleep and I wager my son will wake up by the time I finish this poor excuse for a post and I have to be at church in 4 hours and woohoo! fatherhood!
Much of this may not make any sense. Also: Apologist may be posting on the heels of this, so with any luck barely anyone will read it. Also also: I do not intend to use impeccable punctuation, grammar or spelling. So be sure to hop on the comments to make yourself feel better by pointing out my errors. Only pimple-faced trolls make it a habit of starting fights on the internet, anyway.... /ignores clear hypocrisy of that statement /takes yet another bite of now stale baptismal cake from last week /gulps down half glass of milk mixed with my vanishing integrity
The world of world football marches on, despite my wish that it would take a slight break while I try to get some fucking rest, and this week was chock full of action and, happily, not the typical slate of depressing results. There are a couple of games to still happen this morning -- Roma plays, I believe, which would satisfy lingering Michael Bradley lust if I hadn't just watched Mr. Clean in USMNT action; and QPR is at home to surprisingly strong, but waiting for the other shoe to drop, Everton. Neither of these matches I will watch, though if anything all that interesting happens, I reserve the right to usurp Aps' post with a hastily slapped together update with some bad jokes about Italians and/or some BonerJamz references to my love for Timmy Howard.
On to the hot takes!!*
comin at ya, sucka emcees
With the Deeg fully ensconced in the game of American Throw, Catch & Run Ball, and with fatherly duties perhaps keeping me away from my obviously more important duties here at the Deeg, it would be easy to coast a little bit with my contributions. Yet, if last Saturday night's "live" blog and the subsequent opportunities to watch a little more soccer than usual while on a slice of paternity leave, it's that I fucking love this sport. Sure, the NFL is tons of capitalist fun, but good Christ - there is little in the world that compares to watching the uninterrupted action of a game of soccer played at the highest levels of the sport.
So, for those of you who share that love or who like what I write enough to suffer through posts about one of your least favorite sports, I'll be trying to re-settle into a niche here at the Deeg while everyone else is talking about CJ "Blue Jesus" Spiller and the Bills' two lines of monster football players who remind us all (a little bit too much, probably) of what went down in Orchard Park about 20 years ago. (Not that this will keep me from chiming in on the Bills, since it is game day...)
The format for these forays into footy, if you give a shit, will be a breakdown of the handful of games that I got a chance to watch or follow closely over the course of the last week, followed by a sprinkle of quick thoughts about the squads that matter to me, whether it be Liverpool, the Red Bulls, (mostly because I love Michael Bradley) Roma or the US Senior National Teams. With the kiddo and my waning attention span, your guess is as good as mine as to how long I keep at this with any frequency. Finger crossing, as with all things, is encouraged.
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It feels weird even caring about the EPL after the weekend Bills fans have had, particularly when things didn't go as planned for my Reds on Saturday...more on that below. However, even if my heart and mind aren't completely devoted to the idea of recapping a quasi-forgettable weekend of Premier League football, I remain devoted to the fledgling series I've started here.
Besides, this week, I have help! Along for the ride, in what I hope will be a consistent fashion - depending, in no small way, on the whims of his dear wife - is our good friend Dave (@davekellynyc on the twitter), who fits in here at DGWU Sports as a fellow Buffalo expat, Bills & Sabres fan, and - though, we forgive him for it - a fan of the Tottenham Hotspurs. While his footy allegiances are to be questioned, particularly when they involve the heroin capital of the UK, his street cred as a tried and true fan of the Beautiful game is unassailable. And, since I can't very well be expected to pay attention to Spurs games every weekend - after all, I have my own dear wife to think about - I figured it made quite a bit of sense to give Dave the soapbox every week here in Closing Arguments so you readers can get a good sense of what's happening with the Totties.
[Note: DGWU will also have some football coverage later this week from the Yachtsman, who prefers complete editorial control over his content, meaning he will post on his own. (read: he will make vague and brief references to the EPL while recapping his trip to Yankee Stadium for Metallica tonight). Though, assuming he does pull through with some gems for you dear reader(s), he will likely be dropping knowledge on the Liverpool match, which we watched together, as well as thoughts on QPR/NUFC & the admittedly non-premiership goings-on in the Champions League.]
So, assuming you want to take this trip on the SS Disaster, click through after the jump for a smattering of recaps from another exciting weekend in the Premiership.