Oh, hello there. Did you happen to catch the game? Oh, no. You didn’t. After a late Friday night in the United States of America, you couldn’t drag yourself out of bed to catch this match of matches, this game of games, this confusing mass of headlines and sidestories blah blah. By the time your hangover converted into the daily but nonthreatening migraine, you figured the game was over. After all, there was only three minutes of injury time. What could happen in three minutes?

Well, you could microwave popcorn. You could probably even pour yourself a refreshing glass of water or perhaps a delectable carbonated beverage of your choice. Maybe, just maybe, you could even unwrap the scarf bound to Mancini’s neck. Surely in mid-April, his neck is no longer cold. But is he like the mythical pale & beautiful woman from grade school lore, whose head is only kept on by the narrowest of threads? Perhaps he has a rare condition called cuello-cold-itis, in which poor blood circulation makes for extreme discomfort when not properly covered? Continue reading “Welcome to Manchester-A Disappointing Derby” »