Greetings from jolly old England, where for the first time since we moved to Europe, we’re in a place without a language barrier! Well, mostly. Team Gamble-Tron just returned from a dinner of shepherd’s pie, washed down with a cask ale. All that’s left for honorary citizenship is for us to ignore our teeth for the next 6-12 months.
Despite the fact that we were above .500 last weekend for the first time in what felt like years, it still seems like we’re Clark Criswold in that roundabout, continuously passing Big Ben and Parliament, unable to break the cycle.