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Sorry y'all I got another midterm. It starts at 12pm, it's now 9:22am and I really haven't studied yet. Time to speed read. In the mean time here's an article I wrote for a magazine in Manchester that was supposed to cover the Wayne Rooney situation, then the fucker changes his mind making the whole writing a waste. Enjoy (I'll recap and post picks when I get back:

Dejected, disgusted, disgruntled, and deflated. These are the words that captivated every Manchester United supporter’s emotions the day we found out Wayne Rooney no longer wanted to play for Manchester United. Eight years ago almost to the day we witnessed a 16 year old boy from the economically deprived Merseyside council estates score his first goal for United. Today, it has all come to an end. His lips are no longer implanted on the Manchester United badge he once kissed at Goodison Park. His voice no longer echoes the sentiments of signing a lifetime contract and retiring as a United player.  His body, mind and heart are no longer with us; they’re no longer with the ones who have supported him through hell and high water. He is fixated on something just six kilometres from Old Trafford, the City of Manchester Stadium. Eastlands which lacks the tradition, the trophies, and the culture that Old Trafford represents offers Wayne something we cannot: a gigantic, inconceivable  lucrative contract. We’ve dubbed him the “White Pele,” we’ve regrettably turned our heads every time he went to the ground without any contact and we’ve stood by him despite the endless unethical scandals that have followed him ever since he joined the club. He may have been born in Merseyside, he may have abandoned his childhood club and he may have went to ground easily on more than one occasion but he was one of us, at least that is what we thought. We were warned by Eric Cantona that this situation was always a possibility but we ignored the obvious signs using the justification “This is Wayne we’re talking about, his heart bleeds red.”  Instead we discover that his heart bleeds money and nothing else. He hasn’t found his world class form since March however the minute he walks through the door his desire to be striker will suddenly find its way, conveniently, into his heart. The rumours are pouring in that he wants to join Manchester City. The fact that his sister-in-law is terminally ill suggests that he would want to stay at home without the hassle of moving therefore it’s not far-fetched to hold the assumption that he goes to the Eastlands.  If I were a Manchester City supporter I’d be cautiously optimistic about the entire situation. There is no doubt Wayne will score goals and make your team a force that could compete with the best in Europe. He’ll play his heart out, fight until the final whistle and he will make you feel as though he is going to play for your club for life. Then there will be a time where he gets injured. The goals will stop pouring in, he’ll no longer kiss his badge, he will be distant, removed, and unmotivated. Then you will come to find out that he has been offered more money elsewhere and will deny this and state he has a strong desire to win. Then he’ll leave and shut the door on his way out. He has done it to Everton, he did it us and he will do it to you. Brace yourself and enjoy the ride because when it comes to an end you will question everything wondering where it went wrong. The answer: camouflage is used for a reason.

1pm NFL games:
$300 Steelers -3 +100 (L)
$300 Redskins +3 -110= Return of $572.73 (W)
$400 Ravens -12.5 -105 (L)
$300 49ers -3 +110 (L)
$300 Jacksonville +9 -115 (L)
$300 Saints -12.5 -115 (L)
Scott's Pick:
$200 Browns/Saints under 44 -110 (L)
Play of the Day:
$600 Patriots +115 (m/l)= Return of $1290 (W)
$1000 Patriots -110= Return of $1909.09 (W)
$400 Vikings/Packers over 43.5 -110= Return of $763.64 (W)
$200 Vikings money line +130 (L)
Total Wagered: $4300
Total Returned: $4535.46
Total Profit: $235.46
Total Earned to Date: $2825.30

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