Here we are, together again.
Welcome everyone, to The Weekly Deuce. A bi-weekly satirical newsletter where I spew off some thoughts, opinions, facts, and correct takes on all things sports, pop-culture and worldly new (mostly sports though).
With the slow burn of Summer fading away, comes a brand new football season. Eyes wide, sphincters tight, we all look to our respective teams with hope and ambitions of an ever elusive Championship season. While completely out of our hands (unbeknownst to us), we will live and die by every game for the next 5 months, and age ourselves exponentially due to an enormous spike in our cortisol levels. It’s a beautiful time of year.
Can you smell it? No, I’m not referring to the Deuce, or that old ripped pair of stinky socks you need to throw out. I’m talking about the smell of grilled meats, fresh cut grass, a morning cigarette, and the taste of an ice cold beer. The signs are here, and as your (self) appointed spirit-guide, I am excited to say that We. Are. So. Back.
If you’re a true sicko and need content NOW, don’t worry, I gotchu. See the ‘Archive’ tab up top to sift through some of the previously un-published works from the last few seasons.
Love you guys,
TWD
