Fulham at home

Sometimes even in victory, there can be a kind of sadness or despair. As you know, I don't like to harp on team or individual performance, so I'm not really going to start. However, I'll leave it at this one remark; having one or two good cylinders is not the way to run your four cylinder car.

I've been keeping my profile low as of late. I'm really not in the mood for dealing with any kind of nonsense, even the good kind. I wish I could pinpoint what the exact issue is, as to come to some kind of realistic conclusion but that's not an easy thing to do.

I could point to having a weak defence but all that does is make up another excuse for not being able to finish when you're up at the half, when finishing is necessary. Honestly, what's the point in making up some sad excuse. There's always a cog missing for some odd reason.

Have you ever built something from one of those DIY stores. They give you this pile of parts in the bag and a couple of doo-dads and whizz-bangs. If you're lucky and it's one of the nicer DIY projects you even get a little wrench or special screwdriver type tool as well.

At the end of the project, you look back at your well put together whojamabob and pat yourself on the back. Hell, even take some pictures to show off to your friends on FB or whatever. Then you look at the ground, in the bag with all the doo-dads and whizz-bangs in it and you notice a couple of them that didn't make it into the whojamabob.

You push on it... it seems sturdy. You put your weight on it... it's holding it. You scratch your head, shrug and either toss the bag or put it in that one drawer; you know the one drawer that holds every left over thing that you fear throwing out. Well you never know when you may need those whizz-bangs and doo-dads.

At the end of the day, your project is still standing but for some reason you get the feeling it's incomplete. You know, at least in the back of your head, something is missing. Possibly, it's in the drawer or maybe not. However, it's still standing with a semi-vacant hole where that last doo-dad was supposed to go in.

~LeChat

United Home

Today, as I was leaving the garage where I park at for work. I pulled forward trying to get a jump on the traffic and cross over Howard. As expected, the light was not in my favor. A guy comes walking by and had to walk around my car, as I was trying to get out in to traffic.

After passing my car, he gives me a dirty look and calls out, "Asshole."

I smiled and nodded so that it was really noticeable. Seriously dude, tell me something that I don't know. Do you really think calling me an asshole is going to affect me in any way? Seriously?

Ok, it gave me a good laugh, I know I am an asshole. I mean I played as a forward/striker for the last 20 years. I only know one thing to do, be an asshole. Self absorbed, moody, blame everyone else for their mistakes cause none of it can be my own fault... need I continue?

Well this weekend was a bit of an interesting one for me. I found myself out in the middling state of Wisconsin, hanging out with a friend of mine. We ended up in a place called McBob's to get a gander at the Fulham-Villa match.



It was a good deal for being out of the element. We also ended up doing the Miller brewery tour. Now those who know, are aware I do have a bad reaction to certain mass produced American brews. However, one can not resist a brewery tour, even if it is Miller time.



I will admit the samples that were given at the end of the tour were about the size of half pints. I also believe the next morning, the Miller had a bad reaction with my body the next morning but I survived.

Sunday found me on my early flight back. I wore my colours all through the airport and it is probably why I got the extra pat down by security. What do I care anyways? The gentleman running security happened to spend quite a bit of time in Brasil. So we ended up having a conversation about football, while I was being searched for whatever contraband that I was suspiciously carrying.

By the time I had landed, ACMilan had called wondering when I was going to make it down. I had no proper clue but knew I couldn't miss the beginning. MancScum, they were going to be undone.

I had dropped off my bag and grabbed my bass, as I had band practice due to some odd scheduling, which would see me miss the second half. I don't know when I had ever missed a second half, at least not a good time.

This was definitely not a good time. The Arsenal suffered a breakdown in the back which left them wanting. We had let the MancScum go up on us and it was going to be a hard climb. I couldn't believe it.

At the half I had to go to practice, dejected and saddened by the lackluster display of my club, I took the trip with my score notifier dinging off. Band practice must have taken some clues from the Arsenal that day, as it was way off the mark.

I packed up and headed back down to rejoin ACMilan, MiniMourhino and ChelskiGirl. I had to get some food inside me and enjoyed a fresh pint of Magners. A few Magners later and all the bad things that happened earlier in the day were gone.

My mates are tried and true. Cheers! Slainte! Salut!

~LeChat