So, as I've mentioned once or twice before (and was the topic of my diary soliciting requests as to however in the world I was going to keep up with REAL football) I am headed to England for a year. (I am leaving tomorrow, which means that my last 24 hours at home are filled with a lot of last-minute errand-running, mindless kabitzing, and fruitless urging for the clock to go faster, all the while tempered with moderate nervousness and wild excitement).

BUT on the more relevant side of this, Guru has kindly asked if I would be willing to write a weekly/semi-weekly feature chronicling my experiences as a football fan on the side of the pond where they think that soccer is football, and I have agreed to do so. Since I don't have my schedule yet, I don't know which day of the week would be most convenient, but once I do, I shall do my utmost to, you know, meet deadlines. So, if this sounds even mildly interesting, WATCH THIS SPACE for undoubtedly fascinating tales of comments on my Cutler jersey, the British reaction to the Saints/Chargers "match," my mad scramble to watch midnight games,  my lack of sleep due to doing so, my random whooping from watching the little orange-and-blue line getting into the endzone at 2 in the morning, and any arguments (and searches for bomb shelters) I may have with the local hooligans, PLUS my impressions of English, uh, football (are they as crazy as Philadelphia fans? Raiders fans? Crazier?) since I will be sure to go to a game or two. Assuming I can get tickets. And not get assassinated for unknowingly wearing the wrong colors. (I have heard you have to watch out for that in Glasgow. Might make spring break interesting).

In short, stay tuned...