Come on, Hearts
As I type, the most important Scottish club match of the last forty years is being played at Celtic Park, where the hosts must defeat league leaders Hearts to retain the title. Only Celtic and Rangers have won the title since Alex Ferguson’s Aberdeen did, in 1985.
It’s almost halftime, and the score is 0–0.
I watched Celtic and Hearts play other teams earlier this week. Hearts looked the better side. But Celtic are at home.
I can’t stream the match. The browser won’t load. It must be that so many people are watching, Paramount+ can’t handle the volume.
That can’t be right. Paramount+ broadcasts the Champions League.
Well, some things are bigger than the Champions League.
Update: Hearts have scored.
Update: Celtic have equalized. Halftime.
Update: Celtic score two late goals.
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Disheartening: publishing a book with Oxford (!) now involves negotiating with robots.
It’s almost halftime, and the score is 0–0.
I watched Celtic and Hearts play other teams earlier this week. Hearts looked the better side. But Celtic are at home.
I can’t stream the match. The browser won’t load. It must be that so many people are watching, Paramount+ can’t handle the volume.
That can’t be right. Paramount+ broadcasts the Champions League.
Well, some things are bigger than the Champions League.
Update: Hearts have scored.
Update: Celtic have equalized. Halftime.
Update: Celtic score two late goals.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Disheartening: publishing a book with Oxford (!) now involves negotiating with robots.