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Get Out in the Sun

So here's the deal. Im gonna try to be as succinct as possible, which will be impossible because this subject gets me kinda fired up. Whats the subject? Listen, will you just slow down a second. I just met you. This is moving too fast. And thats obviously a personal question. Everything written on this blog is personal. For example, I had a date the other night with a girl named Elle. We walked around the center of Vienna, and then we got tea. There was a magnetic connection between us in that there was almost no connection between us. Did I make her laugh? Obviously. I can usually make girls laugh. Did we have a baby? Not yet.

Sorry I blacked out for a second there. Where were we. I was talking about my life. Yes. As if you were interested. Its a gorgeous day here in Vienna. The sun is....shining. And Im in an internet cafe, listening to the Lord of the Rings sountrack. Dont ask why. I dont even like the lord of the rings movies. But I do like classical music, and this is some real classical music.

ENOUGH. JESUS FUCK. Lets talk about Josh fucking Sargent. Why should we talk about Josh Sargent? Because, dipshit, this:

https://www.bundesliga.com/en/news/Bundesliga/josh-sargent-s-time-with-werder-bremen-u23-is-over-florian-kohfeldt-usmnt-515102.jsp

Im sorry I called you a dipshit. Im in a weird place right now.

Please watch this.
Thank you. Now please do me a favor. Watch it again. And again. And again. Look how they hug. Look how happy everyone is. Look how happy you are, even though your life mostly suck. And then think about this: Werder Bremen plays Schalke 04 tomorrow. Dortmund plays Stuttgart tomorrow. Christian Pulisic will play. Weston McKennie will play. And Josh Sargent, the one and only, the kid from MO, the kid with the MO, the kid with the weapon of mass destruction, aka his right foot, will probably play too. Praise be to Jah and any other god worth praising. I wish you all a wonderful day. Get out in the sun if you can. I know I will. 

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