Oh. Yeah.

Our game tonight. Grimly inevitable and utterly predictable. 14 shots. One on target. A refereeing performance for which the word inept is in itself inept. A slow tedious deathmarch of a match, which was a microcosm of the state of the nation, our national politics and the impending environmental catastrophe rolled into 98 minutes of clusterf**k. To call it s**t would be an insult to s**t.

Posted By: APB, Oct 18, 23:56:02

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