A carrier pigeon shat the following missive into my lap this lunchtime...
Greetings fellow prediction league monkeys!
It’s not like me to provide a running commentary on my predicting brilliance, but I became aware recently that I’d gone top of the league.
To be honest, I don’t normally look at the standings until March, when they actually start to matter, but I’m happy to make an exception.
I haven’t really taken much of an interest in the league and frequently miss games. This is the benefit of partial retirement. When you’ve won all there is to win in the game, you can afford to relax a bit and pick and choose when you can be bothered.
It’s good to see the likes of @rudemedic, the Amir of Average, in the upper echelons of the table before his annual regression to the mean.
@disjointed continues to underwhelm. I wonder whether he’ll ever predict more than two goals for someone.
And then you look further down the leagues (if you can stomach it) to see some real stinkers. @DavidCollinge, my fellow occupier of the High Plateau of amateur and professional titles, is now plying his trade in the Championship, which I find disgusting. Is this how we treat predicting royalty? Put them in with serial failures like @JoeP and @Stevie_J? Makes my tits itch so it does.
They’ll come for me one day, but as long as I keep predicting about one in every three games, I’ll be there or thereabouts at the top of the Premier League.
I’ll write again at the business end of the season, with the disappointing news that I’m keeping the money and Dr Kershaw’s can sling it.
@24hoursfromtulsehill