I sort of slept on the Soccerlens Awards this year (unlike last year, when I got inspired by the hope of a logically improbable double victory in the categories of “Best Blog You’ve Never Heard Of” and “Best EPL Blog” and prepared a speech about revolutions, muskets, and souls), which made it all the more surprising when I woke up this morning to find that I’d won one: the Editors’ Choice Award for Best Football Blogger of 2008.
Thanks to everyone who wrote in to nominate me for the award, as well as to all of you who went to Soccerlens to vote. I can genuinely say that I never expected to share an awards stage with Cristiano Ronaldo, FIFA 09, and the Bayern Munich 2007-2008 home shirt, and I only wish the association were less metaphorical.
Also: congratulations to all my friends and favorite bloggers who were among the other winners and nominees, especially Laurie, Ian, Tim, Tom, and Fredorrarci. To my friends and favorite bloggers who weren’t nominated—Richard, SpanglyPrincess, Roswitha, Zach—I’m, um, sorry I forgot to nominate you. Also…you know what? Screw it: The revolution will not be reckoned in trophies. The revolution will be reckoned in muskets, fine phrases, and souls.
Thanks again!
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by Brian Phillips · December 15, 2008
Brian,
Congratulations! I’ve largely stopped reading soccer blogs other than yours.
Your blog perfectly ties my love for soccer with reading thoughtful and entertaining writing. So, thanks and keep up the good work.
Regards,
-Randy
*By the way, the FM folks owe you at least a 10% cut of my purchase of the game.*
Congrats Brian! At least SOMEONE won something this year…
Congrats! Well deserved.
The revolution will not be reckoned in trophies. The revolution will be reckoned in muskets, fine phrases, and souls.
Pffft. That’s loser talk. See you at the award winners’ jacuzzi party!
Congratulations! I’d have voted for you if there was voting/if I had noticed the voting forms ahead of time. Here’s a retroactive vote and a brooch with a lock of Andrea Pirlo’s hair in it.
Thanks, all.
Fredorrarci: You bring the Veuve Clicquot and the swimsuit models. I’ll bring my musket and an oration I prepared on authentic 18th-century parchment. Let’s party.
as ever, richly deserved. you are one the few people I can make time for now I am busy drowning in the ignorance and indifference of business majors who have to take a humanities course, and whose writing makes me consistently envious. I shall raise a mug of tea in your direction. If I can be arsed to make one.