Or at least that's the plan for tonight. After work, I'm hopping a bus (after parking my car somewhere safe) with my friend Jamie who so graciously offered me his spare ticket and am heading east for the Rangers/Hibs away game at Easter Road. I've got my blue jumper packed and ready.
This game is IMPORTANT, ya'll. There are only two games left for the season, and Hearts are still four points ahead. We MUST win this game tonight, and Hearts MUST lose theirs. Then we MUST win the last game - which is against Hearts. So keep your fingers crossed, everyone.
FITBA'
(fit-baw) Dialect, chiefly Scot. ~n. 1. (m) the beautiful game 2. (f) stupid game involving 22 grown men (and 3 officials of dubious parentage and eyesight) kicking a lump of leather around a field, often sparking irrational behaviour, bad language and blind devotion to a team or player, to the detriment of normal marital relations. ( see fitba' widow)
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