HiddenEntries (A Wholly Owned Cynthia Publishing Company Subsidiary Blog)

Well, it’s Opening Day for reals now, and how can you not get excited about it when this kind of thing happens for your team in their second at-bat of the season?!

Your No. London Arse had the chance to secure its first bit of hardware for nearly six years — and also embark on the first step of a magical football journey of the so-called Quadruple — in today’s English League Cup final against the perennial trophy-winners Manchester City, who in their own right were still in-line to score the Quadruple themselves. Only one team could emerge with that dream intact, and it was not The Gunners, who were pants & shambolic in a toothless display on the biggest stage. Nevertheless #COYG.

Spring equinox time today, and this is what they were up to in Mesoamerica way before the Terrible Orange Blob was made incarnate as the Second Coming of Tezcatlipoca & Xibalba etc.

Was not as hot here today in shockingly sunny Southern California; temps did not hit the triple-digit mark even once! But something that never cools down, even after all this time we were on hiatus, is the 47th President of The United States’s infernally febrile brain spasticity, possibly the effect of a long-ignored social disease contracted from some injudicious hookup with some creature much younger than himself. We report; you decide!

Continuing our exclusive reporting from the Surface of The Sun. Welcome to The Fusion of Hydrogen into Helium!

No tennis yet this week. Maybe not till next week!

Well, the game was looking like a bore draw as visiting Everton remained resolute for just about the whole of the 90 mins. But then a 16-year-old exerted his youthful exuberance into the contest, and the result was a 2-nil win for the Gunners, who now have a 9-point lead on second-place Man City, who have played one game fewer. #COYG

Hey! Where’d everybody go? We made it back, Chollie. We made it back!

Hey! You still alive out there, given the white-knuckle, squeaky-bum, heart-palpitating finishes of these Big League ’murriKKKan Gridiron Throwball Cartel wild-card games so far? Like they used to say about the hoopball — you don’t need to watch until the final 2 mins. of the fourth quarter, and then and only then is the game is decided. So it has been here with the precarious pigskin postseason proceedings. Pass, punt, paydirt!

Greetings from Southern California, where the weather is once again warm & sunny. Greetings!