Could the conditions be more perfect for watching hours upon hours of sports early in the morning in Boston? A drizzle has given way to more steadier rainfall, rendering other summer activities just unappetizing. Like a blanket in the wintertime, Premier League football is there to provide warmth and security – it’s okay, stay in bed just a few hours more.
In the café where I write this (Brassica, a lovely neighborhood spot with ample outlets, a delicious egg sandwich and Fazenda coffee, which is the only cold brew that is worth a damn), ’80s, ’90s and more recent torch songs play amid the din of early diners. “I Will Always Love You” plays. Welcome back, football.
On to the predictions:
It’s gonna be City again.