Then it Boyle’s over ... and BLAMMO!

Some impressions: How Liverpool’s players kept up that level of pressing and running the whole game, at the very end of a long season, is beyond amazing. The past two years, you could see the toll of Klopp’s max-pressure approach as his players’ heavy legs betrayed them. Deeper bench? Better conditioning? Home crowd…

We concur with this Fuck Right Off Liz Mair opinion. Sincerely, Wyoming, USA (pending).

Followed by Calling Cards, which is equally poignant and my current fave. Neko doesn’t give an inch. “Made me think there was something coming, something worth waiting for .... I’ve got calling cards, from twenty years ago.”

All children should be checked thru in hard-sided rolly suitcases. Problem solved! Worth the $25 upcharge.

Best moment of the game was Harry Maguire’s freesyle down the left side, with the big guy falling on his ass at the end but creating a great scoring opportunity, which Maddison squanders.

Deffo getting a Proud Boyz/Vox Dei/Jordan Peterson vibe off this guy, too. Bet he has all kinds of theories re: lobster evolution. Except it’s TN, so maybe crayfish?

I just caiman my jeans.

He’s also shown us just how notional & tissue-thin those norms and traditions are, and how easily shredded by people who care only about narrow, short-term self-interest rather than enduring projects for the collective good.

Stopped by tracks north of depot in Laramie to watch the train. Lots of people with cameras, live uplinks, VHF radios, mostly Colorado and Nebraska plates but some from further away. Pedestrian bridge over tracks was loaded with viewers, to the point some people were worried about its safety.

The name of Donald J. Trump’s racehorse was D.J. Trump. Of course of course. It went about as well as every fucking thing he touches.

Gotta admit, that’s a step up from John Bolton.

“Given your track record, have you shot your own dick off yet?”

Can’t blame Euripides Sr. for being proud of his son. It’s his sister Sophocletia I feel sorry for....

Coming to our town tomorrow — apparently enuf public interest the town is arranging Park&Ride for the expected 2-4000 visitors. Hey, it’s a small town. ;)

Watching the viral tornado/drone footage, this song was totally stuck in my head as the twister crossed the railroad tracks. “What will make you believe me?!?”

Coulda been worse. Coulda been Quincy.

It won’t have gotten far.

Mmmm. Charlie Rouse at his most astringent, like he soaked his reeds in persimmon juice. And Monk sounding like a five year old on the keys, til you figure out no, really it isn’t that at all. Sneaky sneaky Monk.