Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Mo cries "Somebody stop me, I can no longer tell if I'm cutting or signing"
TFC management in a candid moment of devotion, worshipping the five year plan
There will be a day this spring when the sun shines and the grass will glisten and the team in red will take the field to the roar of the crowd. They will play with energy, zest and a sense of cohesive teamwork. You will cheer and I will cheer and the chaos will be forgotten. Someone will lean over and explain to me both the genius tinkering of Manager Mo and what all those Lost episodes were about. I will laugh like a loon and pat my pocket to ensure that my winning lottery ticket is still there. Then I will get a text message from Tiger Woods and my wife will hand me the Nobel Prize for blogging. Trust me on all of this.
Can I just go to bed now and figure out the Jim Brennan story tomorrow?