Hello, gentle readers. It’s been some time since we last met. Fear not, though. We’re back and ready to start this new campaign, giving El FC the support we’re known for. Some things have happened, club-wise around these here parts. For example, this beauty is no longer playing with us. But this beauty is. And…
In the immortal words of Chris Farley: That was a game. Let’s feel all the emotions again. And, yes, gentle reader, my hens augured another win. We know what we’re doing. Not going to lie, I was amped up for several days after the match. I was flying so high for so long that I…
Whoa! What a cardiac-challenged match we witnessed this weekend! Let’s relive that hype one last time: And, yes, my lovely hens augured the win. But, it’s now time we move on towards our destiny. For the second week in a row, our beloved El FC will host the match. This match is against no ordinary…
My beloved hens foretold the true score to our last match vs. Colorado. However, the darks arts were afoot as our inestimable respect for PRO refs was challenged as never before. How Lalas got away with that foul is beyond us. But, time moves forward for all. For Colorado players, time is now spent picking…
Was it the occult or just some random occurrences that led to El FC’s loss last week? Perhaps there’s something in the Pacific Northwest’s water that has made us winless up there. We’re not making any guesses. All we will say is that, once the chickens found out there were no Sambas in their size,…
Thursday morning, my lovely hens woke me up. They were all aflutter. I didn’t know why. Honestly, I wish they hadn’t. You see, I was in the middle of a dream. I was kissing Valentino by a crystal-blue, Italian stream. Regardless, I was now mostly awake and did my best to give my hens the…
Holy smokes, were we wrong. The boys in verde had an exemplary second half, leading the team to glory. With hindsight being 20/20, I should’ve known better. You see, gentle reader, that, after consuming their prognosticating snack, a trail that can only be described as a molten brown crayon running amok on the ground made…
Unfortunately, we were right in predicting a loss. It brings us no joy when these types of prophesies come to fruition. It was not a good night for our boys. Pretty craptastic, if we’re being honest. Like we said, without our most handsome boy providing the juju, we’re not so competitive. We accept our powers,…
This is getting ridiculous. Against our better judgement, we optimistically went for a tie. Should’ve not succumbed to the siren song of feeling good about ourselves and life. El FC certainly weren’t feeling it vs. Nashville. In fact, we laid the proverbial egg. It’s moments like that that make me pine for my dear, dead…
What are we supposed to do? We look statistically at matchups, performances, et cetera, et cetera, and we get sad trombone music. We decide to just vibe and we get burned. Excepting Turd, the compound is filled with optimists. He’s a bit of a “Why even have a glass? It’s just gonna get broken or…