Yeah...My 9 Day Vacation Lasted About 12 Hours

I know I said I'd only blog on Sundays, but I feel that this is a necessary rant. Consider it a manager's madness over a supposedly "overpowered" tactic that immediately let him down. This blog is written to the song of "The End" by The Doors.

If you look to the right of the site, you'll see me saying I'm taking a 9 day sabatical (the length of my holiday time), but whoops, I'm back on Miller after just 12 hours and such. My plans to take a break went tits up as soon as I turned on the computer. The addiction came over me and now I'm updating the client.

Now then, what to do with my 4-3-3 that can seemingly shoot 29 times and not score while opponents can shoot 4-8 times and score at least once. I could just continue limping along, see my team shoot many times and not hit the target at all while my opponents take several well-placed shots and kick me up and down the pitch. I could slow the tempo down and watch as we lose the possession battle repeatedly, while agonizing about why we can't seem to keep the game out of the goalkeeper's face.

Let's just say I've officially gone insane. The wacky meter is now beyond repair. We're gonna need a new Tommy!