Where would be a terrible place to find yourself tomorrow?
Post your answer in the LEAVE A COMMENT section below. I’m not the boss of you, though. Don’t write anything for all I care! But maybe tomorrow?!
. . .here are my thoughts.
Where would be a terrible place to find yourself tomorrow?
FC Cincinnati began playing in MLS a handful of seasons ago. A rivalry was immediately manufactured with the Columbus Crew who have been around since the league’s inception. All rivalries need a unique naming convention—a clever hook. On I-71, between the two cities, on the east side of the highway, is a sign that gives this rivalry its moniker: The Hell Is Real Derby.
As good a name as any. The only reason I’d be content being near that sign tomorrow is if I were making a run to Kentucky for a large purchase of discounted bourbon. I’d be even less keen to find myself in the actual Hell that sign references. That would mean I’m 1) dead; 2) objectively wrong about an afterlife; and 3) far too hot for my liking. But if the situation comes to pass, I promise my final blog post will consist of a full accounting of all the goings on in Hell … or, who knows, maybe Heaven. Either way, there will surely be complaints!
[Note to self: Write post about life in Hell. Continually reschedule it to follow the last scheduled post.]