Sorry kids, I’m in Harriet the singing donkey’s corner here. I always thought “Chas Henry’s bytch” was a toolbag, and when he taunted our guy from the sideline, it turned into a deep-rooted hatred. You don’t just turn that off.
Our defensive play has been inspiring so far this season, and because of that I’ve internalized a relationship here that is like the dog and cat in my house. They hate each other, but have learned to just ignore each other, make no eye contact, and act as if the other doesn’t exist.
Every now and then though...the cat can’t help it. The dog will be walking by, and she’ll just reach up and smack him in the head with a look that says “I still own you, bytch. Don’t forget that. “.