Newcastle United-Bolton: It Burns, It Burns

I won't lie, I only saw about 35 minutes of the Newcastle game this morning. I woke up, rolled over and saw the time of 9:55 a.m. flashing on my clock. "Five minutes until kick off," I thought. Alarmed and afraid I’d miss the start, I ran into the living room and fired up the ole laptop in hopes of finding a way to watch. (Note: Bolton v. Newcastle was not on FSC this morning. That would be too easy and ruin the premise of this editorial.) Considering we were playing Bolton, I should have expected to find nothing but the shadiest, dodgiest web site ever which offered an option. It was the kind of site that would make your anti-virus crash just loading the page. But this kind of thing never stops me. Nothing gets in the way of me watching Newcastle. (Not even forgetting to call my girlfriend after promising her last night that I would when I got home from the bar. Boy, was she unhappy when I finally called her after the game, nine hours too late.) For those of you who are ... (link)