Hell, we could talk about my Edmonton Oilers and their disastrous policy of getting all the 1st overall picks. Or, better yet, let’s not.

Maybe. Been so long since I read it, I can’t recall.

“Someone like.”It just may be I was not talking about size.

Since a whole lot of South American players bring their own chefs with them to England, I don’t doubt he’s done the same in China. Although said chef would have to learn new ways to source the required foods.

Can’t remember who it was, but there was an English player with a university degree who would read the broadsheets instead of the tabloids when on the team bus, and his mates thought this made him a toff and they would throw buns at him. Imagine if someone like John Urschel played there.

Liverpool, Nova Scotia, Canada. On the banks of the Mersey, believe it or not.

Out of the greys with you.

Players and teams already whine about how many games they have to play. This is a sport where you can only sub three players in a game, even if someone is injured after the three are in. There’s no way they want extra games. Also explains why games like this go to PKs after the 30 minutes of extra time.

Yup. I have a Canadian friend of Welsh descent who is solidly behind Millwall. He can often be found on Saturday mornings, watching them flail about rather helplessly on a feed on his computer, having already downed a few beers and somewhat drunkenly singing along with the chants and songs from the fans.

I’m a Liverpool fan because my Mom was born in Liverpool. In a different goddamn country. The things we get stuck with for the craziest reasons.

Yup. The ref is behind and can only see the arm come across. And he also doesn’t get to see it in slow motion. Suarez played it right, and the defender only has himself to blame. Keep the bloody arm down and that shit doesn’t happen.

If I ever learned anything from movies, it’s from that one. I always carry a bazooka with me when I’m hiking in the back country.

There is still a drive-in in Prince George, BC, where we lived for a few years. We took the kids to see one movie there and suffered through the same thing I imagine my parents did when they took me to see movies when I was a kid in Edmonton: it’s summer, it’s far north, the goddamn sun doesn’t set until way too…

I’d forgotten about the sheer excitement exhibited by the narrator of that ad. Clearly she was stoned and managed to get her hands on a few bags of Doritos.

They’ll start him at a branch office.

Now that I know everything about it, should I still see the movie?

I always check aftercredits.com. My wife regularly ridicules me because sometimes I forget until just as the movie is ending.

May I interest you in some pannecockin for breakfast?

I stopped reading comics years ago, got rid of most of my collection, except for the few things that meant something personally to me, or that I thought was great but unlikely to appear anywhere else. I still have my Mage, and this thrills me.