@Toxtraptonized born in: ๐บ๐ธ
parents: ๐ฆ๐บ ๐จ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐บ
lived in: ๐บ๐ธ ๐ฆ๐บ
been to: ๐บ๐ธ ๐ฆ๐บ ๐จ๐ฑ ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท* ๐ป๐ฌ
living now in: ๐ฆ๐บ
*does briefly stepping across the border count?
@ZwyczajnyKibic@MostlyBullNY No health concerns that I'm aware of.
I'm not sure what exactly the fee would be, but we signed him for โฌ1.8 million and I can't see us making a profit on him if we sell. (His value on Transfermarkt was โฌ3m at the time we signed him and is now โฌ2.5m, for what it's worth)
@ZwyczajnyKibic@MostlyBullNY We have a new manager and sporting director who want to commit to a youth movement and an attacking style. Berggren is probably one of our better midfielders on merit and has looked solid when heโs played, but he doesnโt seem to fit our new vision.
Beneath a lantern declaring "Express Lane," I observed a sacred instruction, written in bold characters: FIFTEEN ITEMS OR LESS.
I had sixteen items.
I want to describe what that moment does to a man of honor. The lane: open. The cashier: waiting. And in my cart, one onion too many. A single onion, standing between me and the law.
I returned it. I walked that onion back across the entire store to its bin and set it down among its people. A woman watched me do this.
"They don't actually count," she said.
THEY DON'T ACTUALLY COUNT.
She said it kindly, the way one tells a foreigner a harmless truth. It is not harmless. Listen to what she revealed: the express lane has NO GUARD. No gate. No count. Just a number on a sign and the silent agreement of three hundred million people.
In Japan, the rule would be enforced. Here the rule is simply... trusted. Which makes it heavier, not lighter. A law with no guard is guarded by everyone.
And then, as I stood in my onion-less righteousness, a man entered the express lane with, I counted twice, NINETEEN items.
Nothing happened. The cashier scanned all nineteen. The earth did not open. I looked around for justice and found a teenager bagging bread.
The cashier saw my face. "It's fine, hon. It's slow today."
It is NOT fine. Fifteen is not a suggestion. Fifteen is a VOW. That man walked into the sunshine unpunished, nineteen items in six bags, free as a goose.
I said nothing. A samurai does not ask the lane to be just. He polices his own cart, and his own soul.
So hear my law, America, and use it freely: I now shop with FOURTEEN items. Exactly fourteen. One under the limit.
A buffer. Against miscounts. Against temptation. Against nineteen-item men.
The express lane is the fastest moral test in your country, and I will keep passing it with room to spare.
Ten years ago today, the Red Bulls defeated NYCFC 7-0 in Yankee Stadium, which is the largest margin of victory in club history.
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