In our pitiful band of gawky, maladroit, poorly coordinated mediocrities back in the day, there used to be this guy who used to make a lot of noise on the field, but was an authentic dud like the rest of us when it came to any kind of physical contact between foot and ball. The... Continue Reading →
One Hundred Years of Lassitude
Tripping blithely over the yawning inaction of recent times, let me attempt to slide back into rhythm with relatively less effort, by simply capturing some bits of observation lying about in my notes from the last few years: Winks: Struck by the glaring departure from the exemplary compliance culture of the Swiss, implied by the... Continue Reading →