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 hyperbaric bed chamber and looked at the owl box Charles installed.
At this moment, my Sony Walkman mixtape cassette sent the most mellifluous tune to my ears:
One particular dope lyric struck me:
I, see the future, crystal ball
Mirror, mirror hangin’ on the wall
Yes, this is me, gentle reader. I do, indeed see the future. I am a gateway to the future.
Prancing about the Compound grounds in complete delight, I reveled in my glory. Looking at the El FC schedule, I noticed that we next take on the boys from the Gateway to the West, St. Louis City. Not St. Louis, County, mind you. City.
So I began to think, ruminate, cogitate, consider. Then the score came to me as clear as a San Francisco day.
El FC 0-1 City
Louis de Ludovico
Viewing McKalla as his personal empire, Louis lives for the beautiful game. And food. Especially flamingo tongues. A chicken savant.