Gentle reader, these past few weeks have felt like years. Now, I’m not counting like Navin: Having said that, I’m just happy to be alive. It doesn’t matter that we had a disappointing draw at our last outing. It matters somewhat that I missed the score. What I’ve learned over the past few months is…
Author: Louis de Ludovico
Who Cares
Yes, Austin FC won their last match. Yes, I wasn’t right. Here’s a liveshot of the compound. The world is collapsing all around us. Our nation is the King of self-inflicted wounds, surviving (barely) and on life support. This game that we love is truly not important. What is important, you ask? Call and write…
Gateway to a Prediction
Gentle reader, what a marvelous match our El FC had vs. San Diego! And, if you care to remember, we had several predictions in my last post. You will notice that, while everyone at the Compound saw a victory, I am the only one who nailed it. Monday morning, flushed with success, I left my…
Group Love
Gentle reader, our dear El FC did well in their last match. However, I must confess, I did not extend the love that they deserved. Now, our boys in green take on Eddie Vedder’s adopted hometown. In an attempt to not embarrass myself again, I asked those at the Compound what they thought would happen…
Here We Go Again
Gentle reader, another disappointing week. Our El FC lost a winnable game and I wasn’t able to correctly read my new bat’s movements. I feel like I’m in a Yogi Berra cycle where it’s déjà vu all over again. Or, in the (slightly emended) words of the magisterial David Coverdale, here we go again. So,…
Gettin’ Batty With It
Gentle reader, it’s been a challenging time. Firstly, as you all well know, my beloved hens departed this corporeal existence. Thanks to Chucky for filling in for me last week as I took some time to grieve. You know, in order to help others, you must help yourself first. As we all know, our beloved…
A Farewell to Pain
Gentle reader, it’s been some time since I last wrote to you. Since then, we have had to say farewell to our original coach, the Wolffman himself: Not him. But, rather, our own Josh Wolff. I, for one, do not lament the saying of farewell, but I also do not not wish him any ill…
Chicken Prediction: Feeling Funky
Gentle reader, we are in a bad state. I’m not just talking about getting arrested for saying hot isn’t a spice. No, we are in a bad state because we are not a good team. Losing again at home is rough. This season has worn me out to the point of funk. Not the cool…
Chaos
Chaos seems to be the name of the game lately for our beloved El FC. In a game that the verdeblack only needed a draw, our boys marched into Frisco and came out with a butt-thumpin’ loss. To add insult to injury, our (for reasons known but to Wolff) captain decided to lose his mind…
Rotten in Austin
To Wolff, or not to Wolff, that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler on the pitch to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous horseshoes, Or to take arms against a sea of losing And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and…