Episode 161: It's beginning to look a lot like Wadsworth

AND HE TAKES THAT CHANCE · Dec 19, 2022 · 1h 4m

'Twas the week before Christmas, where nothing was new,

A pipe had burst, so we had new portaloos,

Crosses were slung, without direction or care,

In hopes that St. Rhodes soon would be there;

The Town fans stayed nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of Schindler danced in their heads;

And Fothers in his waterproofs, and I in my cap,

Had just settled into our seats for 90 minutes of crap,

There out on the field ran 11 players onto the grass,

I sank in my chair, where’s the creativity, the goals, the class?

Away at the end I flew like a flash,

Tore open Social-Media, BOY WE WERE GASH!…