Birmingham Away

Dear Arsenal Keeper,

You are officially a muppet. You and Mr. Bendtner need to go find a blue weirdo and do remakes of the muppet show. Why, you may ask? BECAUSE you are officially a muppet.

Yours Truly,

LeChat

Seriously, I think this whole weekend plotted against me worst than communist on a small Caribbean island. If it wasn't one thing then it must have been another. I could not catch a single break.

You may be saying, "OH something good must have happened."

I say, "Nope, not really, well the first half was ok, but then the second half trotted along, only to be bobbled like a ball handled by a Spanish born keeper in the 90+ minute. This weekend was UNDERWHELMING and LACKING OF CONFIDENCE. In short, a great disappointment."

Saturday, had the usual Chelski bunch who enjoyed their destruction of a lack luster Villa side. I am not even sure how that happened and am beginning to wonder what the fuck are Villa doing in the EPL and how the fuck are they mid-table?

Alas, poor Villa, I do not care to know thee well.

The changing of the hours has really messed things up as far as I am concerned. Why do we do this now? At least we could change the same time as the rest of the world.

So the dull roar of Sunday puttered in like a garden variety snail. Nothing exciting at all. I appeared at the pub a little early for the Scouser match, just because. Would you believe that only a handful of them showed? It was a sorely disappointing weekend. The funny thing is they actually won a match. The mop head Torres even put a nice one in to start the scoring.

Later, as I was leaving the city ACMilan decided to give me a call and let me know he was in town. I turned my car around and headed back to the pub to keep him company through what was actually a semi-decent Serie A match.

I will say I was being a bit anti-social all the way around and took off for home shortly thereafter. I decided it was best to start spring cleaning the Volkswagen.

*PRODUCT PLUG*
RAIN-X Glass Cleaner works wonders on your windshield!
*/PRODUCT PLUG*

So where does that leave us? What has this weekend taught us?
1. The ball is round.
2. Frank Lampard still looks like a ****
3. Almunia and Aluminum, just may be synonymous
4. The game is 90 fucking minutes... not 80 fucking 9 you fucking muppet!
5. Ricky Martin is gay... you should have known that

Now only if we can get CR9 to come out.

~LeChat