The rise of the internet and social media in the 21st century has ushered in many sociological transformations: the death of the monoculture; the rise of new age tribalism; and a general epidemic of loneliness and isolation as the glue that forms our societal bonds gradually erodes away. However, the holiday season, to many, offers an opportunity to, at least temporarily, reverse these trends, as family and friends come together to celebrate life in the old fashioned way by eating, drinking, and being merry.
In the Keyser household, things went more or less as planned. Despite some non-serious but still quite painful medical issues, I had a great time. My family made what has somehow become our traditional Christmas dish: Rouladen. I got a nifty winter hat, and my mom got framed my Opa’s old collection of vintage stamps. We watched, of all things, the old USA Network show Psych.
But there was one tradition I was looking forward to just as much as any other: waking up today, Boxing Day, and watching the Premier League. My brother and I both love football, so we typically spend the whole day watching it together.
So WHY IS THERE ONLY ONE GAME, AND IT’S AT 3:00 PM. GRRRRRRR.
I know, it’s on a Friday which makes the scheduling weird, but why not move more of the Saturday and Sunday games?
No news today. Happy Boxing Day.