A Young Theo
by: David Betts
Espindola isn’t Spanish for Walcott is it? Now, don’t get me wrong, I like Theo Walcott as much or more than the next guy. If I were to buy an Arsenal jersey with a players name on it I’d strongly consider his #14.
Espindola isn’t Spanish for Walcott is it? Now, don’t get me wrong, I like Theo Walcott as much or more than the next guy. If I were to buy an Arsenal jersey with a players name on it I’d strongly consider his #14.
by: David Betts
Thank God Michigan doesn’t play a football game this weekend. I don’t know if I could handle it. Eliminating expectations, that’s the hard part. Resigning to a loss days, sometimes weeks, before the game is even played. I’ve been watching Michigan football for about 20 years. You maybe more, maybe less. But it’s never been [...]
by: David Betts
“Wow, this is comfortable,” Brett said in his stubborn Mississippi accent, slumping heavily in the couch across the office from Jets coach Rex Ryan’s desk. “Almost like they made your couch out of Wrangler’s.”
“Thanks Brett! This is way m***** f*****’ better than that $h** we had in the 90’s, ain’t it?” replied Ryan.
by: David Betts
On 10/10/10 I had to be talked off the ledge after church. Not in any spiritually significant or even randomly superstitious way, but away from jumping into total hatred of the Rich Rodriguez regime. I left Michigan Stadium the night before and stepped into what must have been the biggest crowd Ann Arbor has ever [...]
by: David Betts
I fell in love with an Arsenal I never saw play. An Arsenal that, I’m told, represented an aesthetic ideal. Not knowing any better in the infancy of my fandom, I figured it was all because of Thierry Henry. But I’ve since learned of the importance of players like Patrick Viera, Freddie Ljungberg, Dennis Bergkamp, [...]