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Having won my 10 team league this year, and coming in last in the VT 14 league, I think 12 teams is the ideal. Every team in a ten team league is an all star team. Every team in 14 league struggles to start viable players. We should strive for 12 team leagues, 1 or more.

EXACTLY! Good night, everybody!

I meant sell on, not release, sorry.

Quite right

I said it"might" be a blessing in disguise if it motivates the club to sign multiple attacking players on permanent or loan deals. It's not that my premise "isn't true" as you say. it just seems as if you either don't agree or don't understand.

he hasn't settled, has a poor goal/appearance ratio and he just did his knee

I'm not celebrating his injury. But's he is out for the season. Consequently, his absence could be a blessing in disguise. Why "in disguise"? Because he's been badly injured and calling it a "blessing" seems counterintuitive. But *if* his absence from the side leads to the addition of attacking options that help Aston Villa not get relegated, it becomes a "blessing". Also: 2+2=4.

Brilliant.

It's a figure of speech used within the context of the roster of players we will need now that he's out. The first four words of my post says all you need to know how I feel about Wesley rupturing his ACL. Spare me your moralizing, cheers.

Try countering my post with something resembling a point.

he's a bit of a throwback

Sad news that he's crocked. But it might be a blessing in disguise for Villa. NSWE have an excuse to release the player and they'll have to sign two strikers this window which we desperately need. Star crossed start at AVFC for Wesley so I wouldn't be surprised if we never see him in a Villa shirt again.

Seems we are entering an era in the USA where the people who were always the least patriotic are now the most and vice versa. The GOP has sold out to Russia and the Wahhabists in KSA. Stunning. Beyond disgraceful and embarrassing. it's criminal too.

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The playground near my house was epic. It was surrounded by tall trees and at the back of it was a little basketball court with low rims. If you were at least 5'9" you could dunk. Typical municipal situation with nets quickly stolen leaving just the metal rims. There was this older kid (18-ish) who would draw cartoons on the backboards. Actual stories. The DPW would paint over them. I was offered mescaline there once. Peyote. I must have been about 8. There was a swampy pond behind the basketball court. Beyond that there was just trees until you reached the highway. There was a dead dog that was next to a fallen tree. Every now and then I'd go look at how much more rotten it got. I bet the bones are still there.

We lived at the top a hill that had a view of a meadow about a mile away. The old Boston-Maine railway cut right through it. The kids who lived in that area were tough and would act crazy. They would set fire to the meadow in dry conditions. We would watch from our window when it went up in flames, lighting up the night sky.

When I was 11, this Venezuelan kid moved to my town and went to my school. Handsome kid who was really good at baseball. We had different classrooms and we were enemies at first. Posturing kids. We became good friends in no time. He moved back to Venezuela a year later in 1983. I wonder how he is doing if he's still there.

My mother started seeing this guy not long after. His name was John Smith. He had curly brown hair and a beard. A tall, lanky guy who had a pronounced underbite and a disposition to Southern Comfort. If I was a few years older I wouldn't have made life easy for him. But I was 12 years old and weak and naive. He moved in with us for about two years. I'd see him in the kitchen in the morning in just his underwear. Just thinking about it makes me homicidal.

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My dad moved out a few months later. Me and my sister would wait at that dinner table every Sunday night for his weekly scheduled visit. Sometimes we'd just wait and wait and he wouldn't show up at all.

It was at the same dinner table a year later when my father announced to me and my older sister that he and my mother were divorcing. I started to laugh thinking it was a joke. But then I looked at my mother who burst into tears.

When I was 10 I had a beer bottle cap collection. I'd collect them at the playground near my house. I was sorting through the collection one night at the dinner table when I heard my dog let out a cry as my drunk cab driving neighbor ran her over and killed her. Me and my mother ran out to her and I asked my mother if she'd be ok and my mom just sobbed and sobbed.

It was all set up for him again but for the delay penalty.