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| photo by ~Brenda-Starr~ | via PhotoRee |
So, we learned one thing yesterday: England can't handle snow. When I read earlier this week about the impending "blizzard" poised to strike the British Isles I had visions of 12 to 24 inches of snow with blowing drifts. What I actually saw was what we here in the States would describe as a light dusting. In fact, in Minnesota, Michigan and other northern parts of this country, the same weather would be described as "Pleasant, with a chance of afternoon sunshine." I mean, c'mon: two inches of snow and the entire league is paralyzed? We call off games for Sunday, including the big one pitting Manchester United against Chelsea, more than 24 hours in advance? Even here in South Florida there's a shot (slight, I'll admit) that we could have put on a better show than the EPL did today.
I guess there's nothing left to do but break out the firewood, turn up the volume on the Dean Martin holiday album, and turn the channel to GOLTV to watch La Liga. Herewith, in honor of the not-very-tough men who called off this weekend's EPL action, a classic Christmas song celebrating the cold weather:
The snowstorm also played havoc with my fantasy football team.
