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The Great White North

Posted on June 17, 2022June 17, 2022 by Louis de Ludovico

I’ll be honest with you, gentle readers. I’m happier than Mario Götze on a boat (for the love of all that is good, do not do a google image search of that phrase from your work computer or with anyone else around). Yes, it has been a challenging few weeks. I lost a beloved hen. But, the key to a strong mentality is to focus on that which you have and that which you can control. And I have two beautiful chickens and a great cell at the compound.

Most of all, I am happy because the MLS season restarts after the International Break. Don’t get me wrong, I love our national team and a good, old-fashioned, mud game. But, it’s time to support El FC. Next up: Club De Foot Montréal.

The USA’s relationship with our northern neighbors goes back a bit. Yes, there was the whole imperial Catholic-Protestant background of the Seven Years’ War. I’m not ruminating on that at this moment. Rather, my mind is on The 1775 Battle of Quebec. A bad loss for the Americans. (Hard to believe, but Benedict Arnold was, at that time, still a good guy.) I sit here worrying that our beloved Oaks will suffer the same fate. But, I know my disquietudes are inconsequential. It’s the hens that matter.

I know. I know. Québécois are a people who are a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. They are most certainly French but speak it in an incomprehensible accent.

Mon Dieu! Qu’est-ce?

Rest assured, I will not fall into lazy stereotypes of people.

Seriously, they’re just a bunch of fur trappers.

https://youtu.be/tbfA5L3YAO0
If you don’t love this skit, you have problems that I can’t help you resolve.

If they’re not trapping small mammals for their valuable pelts, they’re out on frozen lakes ice fishing and being generally indecipherable.

A brilliant show that reminds me that I could always go for some Puppers right about now.

If they’re not incomprehensible, they’re fluffers for the worst singers around.

If you’re a Celine Dion fan, we can’t be friends.

However, I will grant them Cirque du Soleil. That shit’s crazy cool to watch.

Enough with that excursus and back to the job at hand: the match on Saturday. San Julius hasn’t been feeling too personable lately. I blame the Sahara sands. When I approached her coop this morning, in search of the upcoming score, I, per usual, covered my head reverently with my augural robes. I reached the threshold and began to peer inside. She hissed at me in a way I’ve never heard before. Knowing my presence wasn’t appreciated, I slowly backed away. It was at this moment that I heard her hit the left side of the coop once. Then silence.

Uh oh.

El FC 0-1 Club De Foot Montréal Impact Jingleheimer Schmidt SC

Louis de Ludovico

Viewing McKalla as his personal empire, Louis lives for the beautiful game. And food. Especially flamingo tongues. A chicken savant.

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