"But for weeks, I was riding atop the world. I awoke each morning with a sense of purpose, like a kid who couldn’t wait to finish his cereal and get outside to play Whiffleball in the backyard. Instead of the usual sense of dread, I looked forward to the daily trip to the local YMCA, where I would tune in the personal-sized TV atop the elliptical machine to ESPN or ESPN2 (no cable at the Rube hovel) and thrill to wondrous, hypercritical brogue of color analyst Andy Gray – the Groundskeeper Willie of international soccer."
(July 1, 2008, Unsportsmanlike Comment)
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