Skip to main content

armchair centre back :: relationship woes


although i did stick my head out of my gopher hole on new year's eve, the last several days have been occupied with one thing: watching gorgeous men kick a ball around for 90-100 minutes at a time.

with the avalanche of holiday fixtures, we've officially passed the halfway point of the premier league season. i haven't written much about it because... swansea... goddamn... they struggled last year, but that was nothing compared to the sour river of suck we've been treated to lately. i mean, they're painful to even watch right now. it's a hard blow from a team that used to be as silky as the big guns of the league when they were on their game. now, it's like...





that's me on the sofa, by the way.

so, yes, it's been a hard half season for me, although not as hard a season as it has been for the swansea coaching staff, who are shortly to be moving onto their third boss in sixteen weeks. with the team languishing at the very bottom of the bottom three and showing no sign of ambition to do anything else [other than icelandic superman gylfi sigurdsson, who is always a class act and who i'm going to miss terribly when the team gets consigned to the championship at the end of the year], it seemed clear that what was needed was a manager with experience in the premier league and who was something of an expert in pulling a team together to avoid being relegated.

or not.

excuse my skepticism, but every manager they've brought in since firing garry monk has been a different level of terrible, so my hopes aren't particularly high, even if the man does have a pretty impressive resume. of course, this is the year of european imports in england, so maybe i'll end up eating my words. mmmmm... tasty, tasty words that i wouldn't mind eating at all.

amidst all this misery, i have to admit that my eye is once again falling to my first footie love, the one i originally started with, then got angry with because of a certain arrogant, histrionic striker with a big attitude, who was obviously just cutting his teeth in the premier league, while waiting for a move to one of the two exalted clubs in spain. even before he made that transfer, though, i have to admit that i was warming to them again. i remembered loving their fair city, which usually elicits laughs from people who've been there, but, on my very first visit to england, i remember it being friendly and fun and full of cheap liquor. [as a consequence, there are some things about it that i don't remember very well at all.]

it's a happy place

living with an arsenal fan- and having cheered them as well among the top teams- admitting this information is both difficult and dangerous. i'm lucky that dom is a very understanding man. that first game of the season was a little tricky, though.

it just seems to be the way of these things. your current beau starts disappointing you terribly, and, all of a sudden, there are all these feelings about your ex. [and it doesn't hurt that they have seriously upped their man candy quotient, having previously been the buttiest of butt ugly for several years.]

emre can :: not butt ugly


loris karius :: not butt ugly

on top of my increasing defection, dom's in an equally rough situation, with his soccer relationship having once again fallen into something that i'll call the "arsenal rut". some people, or some teams, no matter how brightly they start and how much they promised they've changed, just fall into bad routines. i hope for his sake that they overcome this malaise, because i don't know if he can take more disappointment.

there are still lots of things to love about arsenal

of course, arsenal can take some pride in being one of the only teams to beat mighty chelsea, which is something they hadn't done in many, many years. so that's something. but chelsea could beat arsenal's stretch of 14 consecutive wins in the premier league on wednesday, which sucks. what sucks worse, if you're an arsenal fan, is that the one thing standing in your way is your much-hated rival tottenham.

and some new things to love about arsenal

except that neither dom nor i actually does hate tottenham. i maintain it is physically impossible to hate their cherubic manager, mauricio pochettino, and none of their players are as despicable as they should be. damn that's uncooperative.

both of us have been surprised at how little there is to hate in the premier league this year. it's leaving us feeling a little empty inside. yes, there's jose mourinho, because there's always jose mourinho with his grossly overpriced mancunian army, and i still hope that one of diego costa's teammates sticks a cleated boot in his face [it couldn't make things worse, after all], but that's two people. in a whole league. we're currently trying to build up a healthy hatred of some of the teams we don't care about, except that we can't bring ourselves to care about them enough to hate. a couple of weeks ago, as we watched manchester city take the field, we had this conversation:

dom: there's not one person there that i really dislike.

me: not even raheem sterling?

dom: nah, he's just... raheem sterling. it's like he's too silly to hate.

me: fair enough.

kelechi iheanacho :: not despicable [also 19, so stop staring, pervert.]

sighs all around. it used to be so easy to hate manchester city, with their meretricious flaunting and random collection of egos. i was honestly ready to write off pep guardiola as an arrogant little prick before i even saw him, but as it turns out, he seems kind of humble. he seems to have a serious mutual appreciation society going on with jurgen klopp, and jose mourinho apparently called him the most arrogant manager in the world. those things have to speak well of him.


dom was all prepared to hate antonio conte, since hating anything to do with chelsea is usually a walk in the park, but his bright-eyed psychopathy is actually quite entertaining. plus, he got jose mourinho so worked up by enthusiastically celebrating as his team pounded jose's manchester united into the ground and stomped on their grave, that the portuguese ponce felt it necessary to come over and chew the man out at the end of the game. i so can't wait for their rematch in the second half of the season.

so to all those who are struggling with your love affairs, know that dom and i are with you in spirit. even though our relationship with each other is wonderful, we our hearts are all twisted up [like my back today- ouch!]. and we're only halfway there...

photos in this post were mostly taken from the soccer players in underwear blog, which has been reborn on tumblr, now with the full monty. [absolutely nsfw!] 

Comments

as long as you're here, why not read more?

mental health mondays :: the war at home

what's worse than being sent off to war when you're barely old enough to order a drink in a bar? making it home only to get poisoned by the government that sent you there. 
although it's certainly not a secret, i don't find that the opiate/ opioid crisis happening in america gets nearly the attention it deserves. at least, what attention it gets just seems to repeat "thousands of people are dying, it's terrible", without ever explaining how things got to the state they are now. there's mention of heroin becoming cheaper, of shameful over-prescriptions and dumping of pills in poorly regulated states/ counties, etc. but too much of the media coverage seems content to say that there's a problem and leave it at that.

one of the things that might be hindering debate is that a very big problem likely has a lot of different causes, which means that it's important to break it down into smaller problems to deal with it. and one of those problems conne…

jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

digging for [audio] treasure

my computer tells me that i need to cut down the amount of music stored on my overstuffed hard drive. my ears tell me that that would deprive me of some wonderful listening experiences. 
halifax, nova scotia was not the easiest place to find out about music with limited appeal. it was a very music-centred city, to be sure, but, being smaller, things like noise, industrial, and experimental music struggled to gain a foothold, even as the alternative rock scene exploded in the early nineties. i was lucky enough to have some friends who were happy to share music that they loved, but i knew that there were lots of things that i was missing out on.

with the dawn of the internet, and various types of music sharing, i found myself able to discover bands that i'd heard about, but never managed to track down, from the days of underground cassette culture. and, to my surprise and elation, many of them do very much live up to what i'd imagined from reading descriptions of them in catalo…