What I'm Looking for Cannot be Sold to Me

Congratulations to Mr. Cody Blair for correctly naming "Swallowed in the Sea" by Coldplay as the Thursday Song of the Day. I could be wrong here, but this might be the first time that Tuegel has not been the first person to identify Coldplay lyrics. What's the problem, Andrew? Is D.C. making you soft, or are you just a little too caught up in Grey's Anatomy? Either way, enjoy the spotlight Mr. Blair.

Since I'm starting to read Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby in my spare time (whatever that is), I thought I would share one of the most honest, heartfelt passages from the book. If this doesn't touch some kind of nerve deep within your soul, well, you just might also hate Field of Dreams. Communist.

"There must be many fathers around the country who have experienced the cruelest, most crushing rejection of all: their children have ended up supporting the wrong team. When I contemplate parenthood, something I do more and more as my empathetic biological clock ticks nearer to midnight, I am aware that I am genuinely fearful of this kind of treachery. What would I do if my son or daughter decided, at the age of seven or eight, that Dad was a madman, and that Tottenham or West Ham or Manchester United were the team for them?"

"How would I cope? Would I do the decent parental thing, accept that my days at Highbury were over and buy a couple of season-tickets at Whiteheart Lane or Upton Park? Hell, no. I am myself too childish about Arsenal to defer to the whims of a child; I would explain to him or her that, although I would respect any decision of this kind, obviously if they wished to see their team than they would have to take themselves, with their own money, under their own steam. That should wake the little sod up."