Have I mentioned lately that soccer is a cruel game?
The part of me that enjoyed his humor and his breezy manner is going to miss the hell out of the guy. He seemed like a genuinely decent man and I hope he lands a great job somewhere.
But the part of me that went utterly batshit at Spence's insistence on figuring out how to get a team of 21st Century internationals play like fucking St. Mirren in 1963?
That part won't miss him so much.
But here's the really odd bit; his downfall brought me a teeny, tiny little bit of celebrity.
Here's how it happened.
A fella by the name of Kevin Alexander has been posting about the Timbers this season over at the blog SlideRulePass. He's a truly bright guy and the man knows his footy. It's been good to have him as a reference for the calcio-obsessed among us.
A little while ago he asked his Portland readership about their experiences with the then-general-manager of the club, Gavin Wilkenson. I wrote him a short e-mail and pretty much forgot about it.
Until today, when I got a text message from a similarly-obsessed pal, informing me that I was immortalized for my Gavin ruminations on SlideRulePass.
so I was...
But...what a truly strange little bit of fame. To get my fifteen minutes in an almost freakishly-specialized blog read by a tiny portion of a peculiar bunch of sporting obsessives.
Perhaps I should wait a bit before interviewing for a personal assistant, though, yes?