These Lads Don't Try to Walk It In
which I use to find reviews of my books, and (if they’re good) link them from my website,
or (if they’re bad) update my list of people to turn my back on should we find
ourselves some kind of post-apocalyptic scenario and they’re all like, “But we
need water.”
That works great so long as there aren’t other Max Barrys out there being notable.
The last thing I want is to hear about some other Max being newsworthy.
Even if the other Max is being a giant dick, sure, I can feel like,
“Well, I’m doing better than that,” but I don’t want people wondering if I’m,
for example, that
duct-taped breast-touching Max Berry.
A few months ago I started getting alerts about a soccer-playing Max Barry.
At first, I ignored them, because I don’t care about soccer. I once went to a game
in England and the Prime Minister was there and a team kicked three goals and
everyone passed out with excitement. That was fun. But I have no desire
to see another game. One was enough. For me, soccer is no
netball.
But these Max Barry alerts kept coming. Every few days, a new email. Max scored a
goal. He scored two goals. His team was setting records. I got interested despite
myself. If you spam me with parts of a story, it turns out, I need to see how it
ends. So finally I looked him up. He plays for Buckie Thistle Football Club in Scotland.
“Scotland” is probably redundant in that sentence. But, get this, Buckie Thistle is
on a massive tear. They’re about to play Rothes for their 20th win in a row. Twenty
wins in a row! Who are Rothes? I have no idea! But that’s exciting!
Buckie could win this whole thing, whatever it is. I’m not sure if there are finals,
but if there are, I want to tune in, if they broadcast games from the Highland
Football League. Possibly not, because the Highland Football League is, I read, level five on the Scottish pyramid of league rankings.
The best league, the Scottish Professional Football League, is level zero. That’s
really on the nose, in my opinion. They measure every other league by how many rungs it is
below the best one. But anyway, I’m invested. I care about this now. Go Buckies.
Buckies? Thistles? You go.
P.S. It just occurred to me that this blog will mess with people’s ability
to search for “max barry buckie thistle.” Sorry about that. By way of apology, here is a
profile
of Max where he talks about how he’s out for revenge against the club that
released him (booo, Aberdeen), and I think this is
Max Barry’s Buckie
Thistle page, although they haven’t updated it since 2021. Come on, Buckie
Thistle web team. The boys are making history out there. Pull your finger out.
