I Called It

Let me just throw this out there - I. Called. This. Shit!

I'm sitting at the rookie games and I'm like, "Hey Mo. Didn't Tjarnqvist sign in Europe or something?"

"No."

"Are you sure? 'Cause I swear I read that he had signed in Sweden or something."

"No. He did an article that said he was coming to camp to try and win his spot."

Well... IN YOUR FACE! Number 17... Mathias Tjarnqvist. I shall take my bows now. Heh. Hey, it's not often I get something right, I have to take the opportunity to gloat whilst I can.

For the record, he looks like a damn stock car with all those ads on his jersey. They almost detract from the fact that he's wearing a big, shiny 'A' on his chest. Almost. But not quite.

It was fun while it lasted Tjarny. But I called this shit. Look through my archives. Somewhere back there I was like, "No way does he come back." It's true. I said that. Bam! See? Damn, I'm good.

Okay, gloating complete. I shall now fall back into the cracks and leave the reporting to the REAL bloggers. Heh. Enjoy your day.