Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Ninety Six: What else can we do on Sunday?

A word, here, about predicting the future. I’m going to talk about sports here, soccer in specific and Chelsea even more specific than that, and if you want to bail now and go look at some YouTube videos of Nick Offerman talking about woodworking, I won’t be offended at all. Still here? Alright, let’s roll. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Forty: I shot people I like more for less.

A word, here, about things coming to a head. I’ve been pretty good throughout this whole pandemic thing, you have to admit. I wouldn’t say I have borne everything without complaint, but I have at least borne it. Ups and downs, slings and arrows, good days and bad, I’ve bemoaned the things we’ve all lost […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Sixty Two: There are a few addenda, some provisos…

A word, here, about locking things down. After finishing Utopia Avenue last week, my Random Book Selection Machine tossed up Under The Lights And In The Dark, by Gwendolyn Oxenham. It’s a book about the experiences of women’s soccer players in the US and around the world. Surprising hopefully no one by this point, being […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred: The poor, half-alive bastards.

A word, here, about conflicting emotions. I watched the first leg of the League Two playoffs on Thursday, and the Chelsea-Villa game yesterday, and I unfortunately watched the second leg of the League Two playoffs today, and I honestly can’t figure out if I missed soccer or not. I know some folks did not, but […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Ninety Four: I don’t want to change you, I just want to see you.

A word, here, about traveling however you can. Things are not all doom and gloom. I got a email last week from Cheltenham Town Football Club, a little League Two side – that is the fourth level of professional soccer in England – that I’ve been following ever since I started watching the sport. It’s […]