I am certainly not trying to jinx anything, but there is now a small flame of hope burning in Old Trafford.
Just a couple matches into Michael Carrick’s interim caretaker manager audition for the Manchester United Red Devils and at long last, I sense a renewed excitement on the pitch and in the team after beating City in the derby.
His methodology seems very simple, actually.
He’s letting the players play football.
Simple as that.
He’s not trying to get them to play with a rigorous set of rules and parameters to meet a system he is intractable on modifying.
He doesn’t have a three or four year rebuilding plan.
He (and the players and fans) want to win NOW.
We’ve had enough of uninspired play by poor personnel evaluations and wasted overpriced purchases.
We are in top four tomorrow should we manage to beat league-leading Arsenal today.
While the search for a high-profile manager continues, I say if Michael Carrick can guide this same team to a top-four finish in the final league standings, give him the job.
Results.
Not a promise of things to come.
There is something powerful to be said about a manager who can get players to want to play for them.
Time will tell…
It’s starting…
Not a total turnabout.
It starts with one.
One formerly staunch supporter to accidentally hit their head on something and knock common sense back into them. One person to say (out loud), “that’s a lie. That is not what you said (insert date here).…”
I guess the most salient of this growing segment is none other than Georgia’s own rotten peach Marjorie Taylor Greene.
I used to love picking on her; still do.
But I will give it up to her.
At least she finally sees it.
He has no clothes.
His body double Doug Christie must be so proud…
Sorry.
Really didn’t mean to leave you with those mental images.
Karoline Leavitt, White House Press Secretary, another sycophant I like to have fun with, has this weird lip-thing going on lately, or am I the only one that notices stuff like this?
One day her lips are inflated like JLo’s Brazil-Butt and the next thing she’s back to that thin-lipped Disney super-villainess Cruella deVille look.
Here’s a thought.
Try telling the truth just once and maybe, miraculously, they will snap back into place and look normal, and you can get off the Daffy Duck look-alike thing.
Board of Peace.
More like Board of Bullshit if you ask me.
A bunch of elitist tyrants getting together to divide up the world.
Yawn.
An Alabama dumbass is looking at possibly serving up to forty-one years in prison for facilitating two deaths by her pit bull dogs. She should feel very fortunate she lives in the state of Alabama, because if she lived in the state of Mark, she would get thrown into a pen of starving pigs (why waste good slop?).
My lovely wife, the Domestic Despot, thinks I watch too many murder documentaries on Netflix.
Stay well.
