Sorry it's been so quiet. I've been trying to find the right words to decribe the ignominy of Newport. Let's just say that the warm breezes were absent and the lure of cold beer was a little stronger than that of the soft turf. Excuses abound, but whatever the reasons, we were left to keep Springfield company at the bottom of the table. No offence to Springfield, but hell, that just ain't right.

I won't go in to match reports, since there is little good to report. We lost a scrappy game to Providence, who went on to beat someone else, and get rolled pretty easily by Newport in the final. Then, even with huge measures of referee incompetence working in our favor for once, we still managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory aginst Charles River.

In all my years, I have still to play a game on Sunday at NERFU. What is it about Newport that manages to bring out the worst in us?

On this day in history, 1588, the Spanish Armada left Spain with 130 ships and 30,000 men intent on invading England. Their plan was to go down the night before, so they could have a good sleep and show up refreshed. Well, the Spanish being what they are, they all got pissed up on cheap vino and kept each other up all night. Meanwhile the home side got a good night's sleep, and awoke refreshed and ready sink some ships. The bad weather didn't help the queasy Spanish stomachs, and after being chased all around the British Isles, they arrived home later in August with only 67 ships and 10,000 men. The English meanwhile didn't loose a single ship.

Only 15 days to the kick off of Euro 2004. Where you can see all of Europe's best soccer teams in action. England will face their arch rivals...(fill in any other Eurpoean country here). Ireland will play...with themselves, at home, since they didn't qualify. Mwahahahaha! But that's OK, they're in good company, because neither did...er...um...The Faroe Islands, Malta, Lichtenstein, Andorra, and a whole host of other quality footballing nations.

Just let it go already.