Okay, I've now employed the ultimate in rationality to choose a team to root for: a soccer team, that is, footballers in the English Premier League (hey, if Pejman Yousefzadeh can do it...).
Pejman's choice is Chelsea, but mine is Sheffield United, hands down (heh, it is soccer, after all). Why? Well, the team is named the Blades, and my straight razor is an H.G. Long & Co. Special Cross Daggers, made in Sheffield, in its day a major center of the British steel industry.
Doesn't hurt that Blades was also the name of M's club in London. That would be -- M, that is -- Admiral Sir Miles Messervy, able and patient supervisor of a certain middle-grade English civil servant, somewhat known through fiction and film. Not that you should ever use Admiral Sir Miles' name on an unsecured line.
Unfortunately, my initial awareness of Sheffield United came in learning that they were shut out 3-0 by Swansea.
Does this mean that my American football team should be the Pittsburgh Steelers? Hmm....never been to Pittsburgh in my life, but they do have a badass logo...and it is, once again, steel. Could be there's a certain Reardenesque logic going on here, too.
(Tonight's shave -- with a Merkur blade somewhat past its prime, apparently -- not only resulted in a bit of blood but left a few resistant if not outright rebellious stiff whiskers at the edge of my jaw as well. Judicious application of that Special Cross Daggers straight took quick care of them. Thank you, Sheffield steel!)
Posted by Craig Ceely at January 6, 2007 01:47 PM