So Mike's a four-year letterman at Northwestern, senior captain and class cutup for the varsity squad 81-85, gets out of there not a moment too soon because there's Peace Corp work needed in Africa, Mali and Chad to be specific, but the only way he avoids gun-toting border guards on occasion (don't even mention the damn roadhouses) is he plays competitive amateur ball with the locals and ex-pats, and delivers some serious through-ball assists (hey, that's what the fucking Peace Corps is all about! if you're not with the program get with the solution) and, there is this new sound, it's like a mix of Habib Koite and Shane MacGowan, except it's only in his head or Texas, so he has to re-patriate and before you know it he's got a wife and two awesome kids (Nikos, 8, the Architect, and Archer, 6, the Zephyr), and a new gig representing for the res in Wyoming, then suddenly it's an ex-wife and a new four-legged companion (Little Bull, team mascot and sergeant-at-arms) and a spot back on Pellman's that he left two years back and naturally he says if no one's going to step up I am when Brad retires, despite the kids and the dog and the ex and the virtually pro bono work for the shawnee and the fucking disenfranchised rivers (can someone please show Gail Norton where Montana is?), anyway, if you're not playing on Sunday will you please let someone know, because some guys can't hack 90 minutes straight anymore and fuck it I don't care if you can, if you're not taking one for the team, sliding your ass off when that skinny fast punk of a striker on whatever that team is is on a breakaway, then you should be sitting anyway, but you know, let's all relax here, I think he's got the perfect combination, it's Mike Ness, hard cider, and loose women, and you know what? it's not in Texas, it's right in the damn backyard, where the sun is shining, the kids are happy and the ..... ARCHER, PUT THAT THING DOWN NOW!!!!
Relationship Status: Entirely legal.
|