The gang is mostly here to talk about a quiet-ish week so we’ll recap the League 1 Ontario final, talk some #CanPL, MLS manager news involving Bob Bradley (good) and Bruce Arena (bad), as well as some potential #TFClive movements and look ahead to their game against Vancouver on Saturday. And malarkey. In this episode Kristin gets a two-for-one on a single ‘ew’, Duncan sees an obvious DeRo parallel and Mark believes Carducci was crying (albeit in the rain).
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September 14, 2023
So you decided to venture forth beyond the borders of your town. You say you have the means, the money and the moments in time for such a journey. Voyageurs will tell you to be well supplied and don’t forget a scarf for a trip like this in the Dominion of Canada.
You say it’s your civic duty to support your team, and you will do it with pride.You have gone to far off places many times before.
Perhaps you have decided on a much longer expedition this time. A place that few can muster the determination for such an endeavor. Your carriage has the horse power necessary and stocked full of rations.
You will pass rivers and lakes and forests so thick you wonder how the first settlers arrived at this spot. While their are many dangers on the voyage, it is the danger at your arrival that you must be wary of.
Take heed of the warnings! Turn back before it’s too late. This is a destination you don’t want to arrive at. It’s a destination of your death!
You say, you don’t believe the wild rumors. The chattering of old men can be ignored. Nothing to worry about, nothing at all. This place is a quaint nice community.
The locals seem fine upstanding Christian folks. They wear conservative clothes. Not even an inch of skin is revealed in these parts. Not even the bare necks of young lovely lasses are left in the air. Your mind won’t be distracted by lusty thoughts.
But the residents all hurry into their homes, they don’t walk the streets for long. As the dusk comes they bolt their doors tight and their windows sealed so firmly that no man or monster can enter. Even the local priest shies away from glancing out the church doors.
They shudder as they sit in their homes. The folly of tourists in these parts who dismiss the perils of walking outside. They believe in the local superstitions and tell each other the folklore passed between generations. But you are a man of science! You would not listen to their nonsensical myths of a time long ago.
But for a moment you do wonder what they fear. Seems a nice day for a stroll in the field. But as you do so, a strange ominous feeling comes over you. It’s as if someone or something is watching you intently. In the shadows a hideous creature is stalking you…
Could it be just a friend trying to spook you? This is no man! It comes into your view, you are shocked out of your wits.
You come face to face with a monster out for your blood! Your fair skin seems too inviting a treat for it to pass by. A special drink this night, the blood from a foreigners throat. It has tired of feasting on the locals.
You yell, “Begone you foul demon, go back to the hell you came from!” But the monster of this area can’t be reasoned with, even on a holy Sunday it will ignore your orders. It must be a servant of the devil! It’s power is beyond your feeble attempt to defend yourself. Even a man of the cloth with a cross and holy water could not defeat an evil one such as this.
Your wild swings seem to only hit the air as it moves with an almost supernatural ability to avoid your blows. You must escape this vile creature. You run as swiftly as you can. It is in hot pursuit. Your feet move the quickest it has ever done. Maybe you can reach your room at the Inn in time.
You leap through the door and slam it shut. Your heart pumps and your face is flush. You sigh in relief that you escaped the onslaught from such a wicked being.
But to your horror as you turn around you see it levitating in front of you! You scream in a pitch heard so loud that the sound must of woken the whole village. But no one comes to your rescue. They know you are doomed and will be dead by dawn. All they can do is pray for your poor soul.
As the godless creation punctures your skin and drains you of your blood you come to a realization. You forgot your scarf at home to cover your neck…
Of course this blood sucking freak…
…is the infamous Manitoba mosquito, the residents of Winnipeg know the myths are true.