I woke up to a stabbing cramp in my calf this morning. I hope this isn’t a warning of impeding doom or misfortune. Lets pray that I don’t run into a soothsayer while I’m running my errands.
For those of you that are scratching your head right now… I’m referencing some Billy Shakes and the unfortunate death of Caesar on the Ides of March.
The early spring winds will be howling across the Midwest on the middle day of the month.
The Shepkids will be attending their first professional rugby match today. I predict a shit ton of bitching and moaning, but I’m praying for that slight speckle of hope that they have a great time.
Up the Hounds!
The Chicago Hounds are the only winning team in town. They are in their third season in the MLR and play just down the street from Riverside.
Today is also the last weekend of Six Nations. The French have a good hold on winning the championship, but my England squad and the Irish aren’t ruled out just yet. I’m rooting for Scotland to kick the snot out of France and England to do the same with Wales.
Carry them home lads….
Like Father Kelly always said, “Play well Gentlemen….”
If it’s rugby or preparing your lawn for the arrival of spring or maybe going for a walk and watching shit do stuff…
…find astonishment as we slide into the second half of March
