It's 4:20 in the morning, and I'm watching a rerun of the Argentina-Mexico World Cup Quarterfinal match while eating donuts. Has it really come to this? Why the fuck am I not asleep right now? I almost wish I were drunk . . .
random thoughts on sports, politics, the arts and well, whatever, ok?
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About the argyle ghost:
The title of this blog has nothing to do with the fact that I own over a hundred pairs of argyle socks (though it is a most convenient coincidence); no, the title is stolen from a nickname a friend of mine gave to a speedy, computer-generated running back from Front Page Sports' "Pro Football '98" video game. Just so you know . . .
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