Reagan taking it to Bronwyn

Bronwyn has no chance against the mighty Reagan. While this is not being done with a soccer ball, it is still an athletic event worthy of note. Bronwyn, in the style of a schoolgirl midfielder, has no clue what to do with me as I exhibit flair and panache, racing about the yard. Bronwyn attacks in hack mode, trying to physically dominate a superior athlete. She turns one way, then the next, making feeble attempts to catch up to me, but, like Bayern Munich midfielders against the mighty Inter, simply could not cope. The only thing she is capable of once she catches me is cynical hacking. For this, she should see red.

Here are a few pics to mollify the fans out there.

Well, the big dope says that the aspirin is finally starting to work on his headache. He's been taking it ever since Friday morning. I think it had something to do with the Cavs and a large amount of drinking that started Tuesday night and continued into the wee hours of Friday.

Anyway, here are the pictures and a bonus three second video.

Of couse, I start with me. I was just waking up and knew that I would need to be loose for the chasing of Bronwyn around the yard event which was soon to begin. Remember, ladies, always stretch before exercise!


Here's Bronwyn with St. Francis.



Here's Bronwyn looking a little bored. Remind you of picture taking when you were little, girls?


Nasssty stick. Bronwyn chews 'em.

This was the beginning of a long run around the yard, me chasing Bronwyn. The big dope started cursing right away, we ignored him. I think the batteries in the camera wore out. What at BIG DOPE!

Champions League, here we come!

Well, the big dope was happy enough yesterday, what with Spurs clinching at least 4th place in the Premiership, thus ensuring their presence in at least a qualifying tie for the Champions League this summer. Spurs can still finish 3rd if the Arseholes lose (not likely) and Spurs win (likely). If they finish 3rd, they progress straight to the Champions League and Arsenal would have to qualify.

Here are a few views of the touch that clinched it:

The goal was the immediate result of a shot that was deflected poorly by the keeper (who had played a great game and did well to hold Spurs to only one goal) directly onto the head of Peter Crouch. Crouch made no mistake, having missed wide earlier, and sent the faithful Yiddos into throes of ecstasy with his 83rd minute goal. A demoralized City squad could barely finish the game and Spurs nearly went up two moments later.

Who will Harry buy to shore up the club for an assault on Europe? Time will tell.

For those of you checking in for more pictures of me...tough. Maybe later.