Wow. We were wrong. Gloriously wrong. I’m ecstatic that we were wrong. In our defense, I’d like to ask anyone to point us to a reputable bookie who got the prediction correct. The only logical conclusion: despite the odds, our boys in verde will not be stopped. Honestly, I was wondering how we were so…
Oof. That hurt. I don’t know of anyone who was expecting that kind of pain from the last match. Somehow, the chickens missed it. Perhaps their powers were clouded by the residual love for Adrian and the Aztex. Perhaps it was their new ethically sourced, pelleted feed that threw them off. Regardless, they laid the…
I’m not going to lie to you, my dear and gentle readers. My hens were off in their prediction. They saw the win but they didn’t foresee the assault on our collective blood pressure. I began to despair. My pride in the powers of my hens and my ability to read them had taken a…
To begin with, I feel it necessary to share this once last time. In her prescience, San Julius knew what was up. In a surprise to many, the world also found out that our sacred hens can not only see into the future but they can also send text messages. A terrifying combination, tbh. Needless…
***Warning*** Nerdy post to follow. What a memorable trip! How fortunate was I that Travel caught COVID and gave me his tickets to both Malta and Greece. I had never been to either and was excited to go a ramblin’. In fact, I’m just finishing up my trip as I write. My plane should be…
In the words of my favorite Zoroastrian, “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?” Last week, our boys of Verde captured the team’s first ever trophy: The Copa Tejas. While Zarathrustra might not have spake about this, my beloved hens did have a vision that predicted bringing the trophy to the Capital City….
Our prediction? Nailed it. With that having been said, a surprising funk has descended upon the compound. A malaise of sorts. We don’t know why. But, living so close to each other, we have a synergy amongst us and feelings/moods travel from one to the other. So, in the immortal words of Barry Manilow, “I…
We knew it. My beloved hens foretold a draw vs. Atlanta but included a caveat that, should our missing defenders make it onto the pitch, all bets are off. They came in and they spanked those several striped players. Lest you think, gentle reader, that this column is just some silly pasquinade, you should rest…
My beloved hens and I are slowly coming down from the amazing comeback vs. Colorado a few days ago. I should amend that statement to say: amazing to some, but not us. Lest you forget, gentle reader, the chickens saw it coming and told you so. I fear too many of you don’t recognize their…
After predicting El FC’s win vs. Charlotte, my beloved hens and I were riding high. In fact, we were reminded of this classic song: I found myself humming this tune for a bit before it occurred to me: Rocky Mountains? Denver? El FC? I’m a professional augur. I see the will of the gods through…