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By Ben Knight
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‘Twas the weekend before Christmas, and I would’st like to drink a toast from a glass half-full:
And so it was that word filterethed down to the City of the Reds that the wise men wot runneth the Canadian Football League did’st tell the Cynamons and Sokolowskis they wouldst not be permittedeth to dock their Goode Ship Argonaute in the green and pleasant soccer harbour that isith BMO Field.
And there was great rejoicing amongst the soccer tribes, for verily had’st they believed themselves to be pole-screwed by cruel and arbirtrary fate – just as the Curse of Turf haddeth been lifted from the sacred greensward, witheth the promise of sumptuous state-of-the-art sheep food to followeth.
But now the threat t’was smitteted and slain – by the verye rules of the gridiron goliaths who had’st so darkly threateneded ye joyous tymes to come.
Verily did’st Maypl Leaf Sporte and Entertainemente then quietly breaketh ground on a new north grandstand, putting paid to ye gentle Beer Gardyn, yetteth ensuring the BMO pasture would’st remain forever too small for the cruel and gouging ravishes of pointy balle.
Now, when first blushe of spring doth cleanse away ye highway salte, and again paint the Gardner Yxpressway gray, local soccer heroes De Guzman and De Rosario shalt stand shouldyr-to-shouldyr on green and blessed grasse, united for to turn away such threats as Major Leagueth Soccer shal’t unhurl.
True, ye Latin Lance of Guevara shal’t be gone. He and new boss Preki had’st jousted twice too often in the past, and such gifted free kicks as ever we have known shall now call fair Honduras home.
And yet Vitti, the ungoode, and Fellinga, the unimpressing, hav’st also hastened hence, freeing treasure to be spent by Ye Trader Mo on strikers and stoppers and wingmen yet’st unknowable.
Verily, grate heroes shall wear the flowing red this summer hence, yet who in helle shall getteth them the ball, or finish what theye start – these portents are but yet obscure.
Yet fetch forth flagons of mede and ale, and let one and all utter a festive huzzah!!
‘Tis Chrystmas Tyme at TFC. That which shineth doth yet shine – and that which sucketh, sucketheth mayhap a little lesse.
Onwyrd!!
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December 18th, 2009 at 1:45 pm
Spell check may work for you,not me…Some of the words I use apparently don’t exist in English,so spell check sometimes makes it worse then not using it at all…:)
December 18th, 2009 at 4:56 pm
“True, ye Latin Lance of Guevara shal’t be gone.”
Anyone else read that in a pirate voice?
December 18th, 2009 at 4:56 pm
oh man… I hope somebody reads this when they’re drunk.
December 18th, 2009 at 7:10 pm
Booker… working on it.
December 19th, 2009 at 2:11 am
Reading this drunk sucks. What the hell?…
December 19th, 2009 at 4:01 am
“# brooker
December 18th, 2009 at 4:56 pm
oh man… I hope somebody reads this when they’re drunk.”
Just did… wow. All I have to say is Merry Christmas Ben. And to all….Happy Holidays.
December 19th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
Awesome. I like how you tied in “Boss”, which as I understand is very much a period term.
December 19th, 2009 at 4:16 pm
Hi Ben,
You’ve lost the plot.
Merry Christmas and all the best in 2010 and beyond!!
December 19th, 2009 at 9:51 pm
unreadable rubbish
December 20th, 2009 at 2:37 pm
And yet you read it…
Merry Christmas to all!
December 20th, 2009 at 4:34 pm
Ah, Justin! I always know I did what I meant to when you don’t like it.
Merry Christmas, amigo!
December 20th, 2009 at 6:25 pm
Nicely done. I’m going to try the reading it drunk thing later. I’ll be doing shots of Olde English Whiskey with no Chaucer.
Get it? No “Chaucer”? Ha!
A degree in English Literature and I’m reduced to doing puns on a Canadian soccer blog.
Merry Christmas!
December 21st, 2009 at 10:10 am
Thou hadst me at heroe.