Why is it that when I’m bouncing around the Hail Hail Media Channel, I feel completely left behind. Everyone and their great grandmother’s cat has a Celtic podcast, or is a regular on one, or is starting a new one tomorrow. I don’t have one, call one, can barely find time in the day to listen to any of them, have no interest in doing one, and yet I still feel left out of it all. I think what it really boils down to is that there is no one that I can talk to about the team, the last games, my delight at seeing CL action again, or even just the latest rumor of who’s in/out the doors of Parkhead. This absolute nightmare of a town that I am currently trapped in only has three people that recognize the kit. Of course two of them insist that it’s the Glasscow Keltic, despite my corrections. Aye right pal, you’re right…
I guess I should just shut up and be happy that I have a weekly blog where I get to pretty much rule court on what goes into it, and move on. Still, I just feel like no one really reads much of anything anymore, as people’s schedules are all hectic, and who the hell cares what some freaking lunatic in California thinks, knows, or pretends to know about the Glesga Celtic in the first place?
If it comes to that, do I really need to voice up about anything? I am far better read than heard, as I just don’t really care about vocalizing my opinions much anymore. In print you can either read it or not, and if you largely think I’m crazy, then skip whatever I write altogether. I’m certain many do, and I promise I’m not bothered. I guess it’s the same with the pods really, if you don’t like it, don’t listen, but people will go to greater lengths when it’s an audio program. They are just easier to manage these days, and having the ability to listen to three different shows in the course of a single trip to the gym, is an automatic win. I would have a hard time imagining watching some douche bag in his spin class, with his little iPad on the handlebars pedaling away furiously, wiping the sweat off his brow, and clearing the lenses of his non-prescription glasses, while trying to read his favorite book, blog, or news on Celtic. Yeah that’s probably not going to happen. So for all the readers left out there, I guess I will do my part to try and keep the craft alive.
I’ve seen a lot of chatter in the social media world lately telling me and others that seem to be raising some issues, to relax. I realize that we’re only a point off the top, with a game in hand, and blah blah blah. Yes. I get it, there’s no Rangers for us to worry about. My question is; when do we begin worrying about what’s in front of us? I understand Europe is the way forward, and that our best efforts must be made to take second in a difficult, but manageable group, but when do we start fielding a winning XI in the league clashes?
This absolute blistering shite that I watched on Saturday past, had me feeling and acting in the most bi-polar manner imaginable. Again, I understand that a few of the lads needed a break –and although I have joked about it before –I never really thought I would see the Celtic U-12’s getting a game. Just what the f*** was going on out there? It looked like a development team, and apart from the one guy who had an effort in all of the goals scored, it showed me that there is a little bit to be concerned about if an untimely injury were to sideline a key player.
The team had some moments of good football, and possession was dominated in the first half. And we were able to walk away with one point, and whatever else you want to take away that was positive, but I will ask the question; are we not taking Hib’s seriously? How bout Ross County then? Do they matter? They outplayed the hoops for 89:53 not too long ago.
I realize of course that it is not yet the time to start smashing the panic button, but some warning signs are appearing. Keep resting the talent, and save them for Europe’s big stage, but don’t feed me some line about how the team that I watched just the other day was a mix of players that had put in the work to earn a starting role. Are you f*$#ing kidding me? That mish mash of assembled garbage was laughable to watch at times. That god damned Twardzik kid needs to go back to whatever frozen ten-syllable town they pulled him out of. Him and his twin while I’m at it. Although admittedly the other one hasn’t insisted on taking a free from forty-five meters, and proceed to kick it thirty wide, and another thirty over. I swear he was nearer to knocking some poor b’stards Bovril out of his hands, while enjoying a passive conversation with his neighbor in the upper stratosphere of Celtic Park, then he was to netting that one.
You may wonder what it is that I seem to have against these guys, as I do pick on them a lot. Well, it’s because they suck.
I am really looking forward to not being able to watch the group games. The fact that the start times are in the middle of one class, and the final whistle would fall somewhere in the middle of the next one, really only solidifies the fact that I did not put enough planning into my curriculum as I should have done. Last semester I had a nice two hour window set aside mid-days just for such an occasion. Well it was meant for studying, but it really just became that time that I sat around the library watching football and darts. So I tried to be a little more ambitious this time around, and look where that lands me. I may be wiser for it, and I will no doubt graduate sooner with the extra classes, but the one thing I enjoy in life must suffer for it. I will no doubt be taking a sick day when the bhoys make the trip to Camp Nou, but that seems so far away at this point, that planning around it seems worthless.
So in the interim games between now and then (excluding the midweek clashes of course) I will get to see St. Johnstone, Dundee, Motherwell, Hearts and St. Mirren. I can only pray that the team selection gets a bit tighter in regards to fielding a winning eleven. I don’t think my heart can take the stress of watching a boy band all decked out in green and white masquerading around as footballers for a day. Europe is great and all, but I would really like to win the league again too.
SjH (twitter @__SjH__ and @spinhishat)