The Round Bend Press World Cup Occasional Blog got the sense knocked out of it today.
When I picked myself up from the pitch I was down 5-0.
In one 18 min. stretch I made four horrible typos resultant of my inability to stop the onslaught of mixed metaphors that kept slipping past my defenses.
In the end, I quit. Simply gave up the ghost. Gave up the post.
Then I started crying, and I could hear my fellow bloggers crying as well.
The dream was suddenly over. I'd written seven poor paragraphs and a single, meaningless one reflecting on the Will to Power and "the death of God."
I thought of poor Nietzsche, kicked to the curb in the same manner by the cruelty of his countrymen, descending into madness.
I closed my document with the stains of my tears, uncertain of my future as a futbol blogger.
TS
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