The gang is mostly here to recap the latest round, first leg of the Voyageurs Cup, talk #TFClive recapping the battle with NYCFC, preview Nashville on Wednesday and Montreal on Saturday, talk some #CanMNT coach hunting, #CanPL week recap and the usual malarkey. In this episode, Duncan expertly mentions a signing perfectly where it doesn’t belong, Kristin gets her Vancouvers correct (this time) and Mark leads an unsuccessful thought exercise.
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May 15, 2024
If fortune casts its spell on your poor empty soul, perhaps you will receive this bounty that many crave.
A gift from the gods some say. This offering is not for all, only those wise in age. For an award such as this would be wasted on the young minds that are too innocent to comprehend what has been bestowed to them. Praise to the glory, that you are about to receive.
You might decline such a token from high above. For you may remark, you are a trivial mortal that is not worthy. Some have fought and have fallen, they must be first in line. Others have wandered in the forests, praying and yearning that the gods would smile towards them. The gods beckoned those commendable men before the lowest of low such as you. This fate cannot be for you yet. The crowd before you sing and beg. They kneel and grovel to be chosen. Maybe one day you will prove your mettle with deeds of bravery for this honor.
This gift is valued and sought by the residents. To purchase this for a King’s ransom would be a bargain. Some would not give it up for no amount of rubies, sapphires or gems of the highest quality.
But heed this warning, to reject this could be seen as a grave insult. And in these parts they do not take lightly those outsiders that don’t accept something that the locals clamor for. This sign of disrespect won’t be ignored.
In some lands they are called by many different names. But here in this city they shout the words, “Steamed hot dogs!”
Heated by the glowing warmth of the sacred flame of the Forge. And steamed from the holy waters of Hamilton’s harbor. A sumptuous feast has been presented to you. Such decadence awaits you, the fragrance tempts you forward.
So I say don’t hesitate and down those dogs to fill the bottom of your soul.