Midweek?
Yah, who cares. A solid trouncing of that big Portuguese club. Did you expect anything less? What was I doing, absolutely nothing. I was working, it was a mid-week match and that's all I ever do when there is a mid-week match, unless I have the glorious luck to be allowed a day off for whatever dead person who probably accomplished a lot more in theirs than I did in my 30 odd years of life.
So in short, I was too in shock to post because Beeker himself scored a hat trick. ArseBob even texted me the result and I was still in disbelief. Yes, my pink boot wearing muppet looking friend scored a hat trick. So I decided to wait and see what would happen this weekend.
Saturday
Life, which this blog is really about, is similar to football. So like football, the game is 90 minutes and the ball is round... those are the only two things that are certain; more or less death and taxes.
The pub, this morning, smelled of wet dog due to it not only being rainy but a large, and by large I mean world cup final amount large, number of St. Patrick's Festivities 5k runners decided to occupy my beloved little space in the world.
However, being the bunch we are, we were determined not to be moved by foul stench of undeodorized runner shoes and sweat. I am coughing just thinking of it. I knew I should have brought that can of oust with me.
Undeterred, I hopped on a bar stool next to one of the Chelski boys and proceeded to elbow the unlucky and very hairy gentleman beside me. I will mention, I did not do it on purpose but he was invading my territory; la Résistance was not going to let it happen again.
(cue La Marseillaise)
The long and short of it, the Chelski boys tried to sing them out of the pub but that didn't work out well enough. The only thing I knew for sure is that they would be gone by the time of the Arsenal match and that was my only concern.
Fucking HULL and their fucking manager, who by the way was put on "gardening" leave for being a complete and utter twat, just like his wanky little midfielder Boateng. I hate to say it but I am glad Cesc was not on the pitch for this stupidity.
The rest of the afternoon went along quite well, had a great conversation with a Rugby supporter, however we talked about everything else except sport. After which, I decided to follow Vinny up to another pub and had a very nice bleu cheese burger, not as good as thebarnextdoor but decent enough.
The night was capped off with me trying to fall asleep, yet my body trying to keep me awake. I blame that Mr. Van Gogh and his espresso. By the way, my superstar player name is seriously going to be Vennegoor of Hesselink. I want my name to form a horseshoe on my back. I should change it to something more appropriate though.
Sunday
I declared Sunday my non-football day. One because I was massively drained from the night before and two, the Formula 1 was on and I can watch it from my bed. Well I can listen to it, as I was way too tired to do much watching. By the way, I believe they have now got some of the worst announcers on television.
There used to be a good team but this one gentleman, of course the American accented one, made me want to pull out my brain. I guess the station does this to try and get more of a state-side audience but those things always fail in my book. Really, that 2 percent demographic in Peoria isn't going to turn to Formula 1, even though Juan Pablo went to Nascar. Say Whaaat?
I took my day of rest and spent it resting as Station (my band) had a show that evening in support of a good friend premiering his video and raising money to get a PA for speaking during his demos.
Matt was diagnosed with diabetes some time ago and has lost sight because of it. He, however, decided to not let it handicap him and has been doing Bike Trials Riding. He has been on NPR and several other outlets speaking for and about diabetes.
(Link to his site)
*Not the actual video but I thought I would share an earlier one.*
I believe he still may need some more donations, but if you have a moment, check out his videos, youtube/facebook blind bike trials and just give a hello. I'm sure he'll appreciate it.
By the way, Liverpool won...
~LeChat
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15 March 2010
28 December 2009
Villa at Home (and other holiday stuff.. so it is long)
Alright, here we go. I was debating on whether I should start this from mid-week or not. I decided, probably against my better intuition, why not... funny things did happen. So grab a cup of tea and some warm slippers.
Christmas Eve-Eve
The night prior my old indoor friends were looking for people to fill in for their match at local indoor arena. I had nothing better to do so figured I would make an appearance and run around a bit. I jotted out a quick, "I'll be there," and that was done.
After work, I decided it would be best for me not to travel all the way to the homestead and go have some food and drinks at one of the fine establishments between the arena and work. I made some calls and met up with ChelskiGirl for a couple. She was filling me in on her trip, since I hadn't heard anything from her since she had returned.
Somewhere along the second cocktail or so, a bright idea came across to go see this Polish Christmas Carole Parade. We met up with a couple of her friends and ended up amongst a mob of Polish/Semi-Polish or whatever. There was a truck pulling a guy with an accordian, a drummer with a full drum set and a couple of horn players.
I mean it had to have been well over 100 people all massed on Broadway singing Jingle Bells. When we got up there with the santa hat wearing friends, it was just in time for the critical mass to begin its movement.
Things to note: Christmas Eve Eve was bloody cold, well bloody cold to be walking around and caroling. I just wanted a beer. Apparently, there are other people who really like this sort of thing. Correction: A shit ton of people who like said thing.
That's me hiding my face with one of the Santa Hat wearing friends.
Well after following the procession around for five more minutes, ChelskiGirl and I ducked out to her other place of employment to imbibe in some Chocolate Stouts. It was just the thing needed for a cold winter night.
My infinite wisdom, having about 3 of these Stouts, was in a mood to go play some football. I was tip top as they say. I make it to the arena and play had already started. I changed into the old uniform, felt good, made my way to the floor and hopped on as a sub. Less than 1 minute on, the other team wanted me to change, for kit clashing. The ref was even a little confused and whispered a comment as such.
Being the uniformly anal person I am about my kits, I put on the other black one, without the white fade and all was good. There's not much to mention of the game. I stumbled around for a bit, shoved a couple of people but didn't gain any cards.
I was having a good time though, so I hope I can fill in some other time. My ankle didn't even bother me, which is always double plus good. Now if I could only get the defense to pump the ball forward to me, then maybe I could have one of my little cheeky goals that I like.
On the way home, in my mind... I started calling randomly selected people from my phone. I still don't know why. A Certain Scouser was the unlucky one who answered. We talked for a bit, apparently she was in Buffalo robbing houses or something. That's all I can really remember her saying and something about not driving crazy, still unsure on that last part.
Actual Christmas Eve
The day started out nice. I was surprised that my ankle wasn't giving it to me, which had me overjoyed. That evening, some of us were getting together for a Christmas Eve dinner. I was bringing the eggnog or so it had been decided over Chocolate Stouts the night before or somewhere along the line.
I will point out two cool things, besides giving ChelskiGirl her BFF mug, which was more embarrassing to buy than anything else. A big giant pink mug for my BFF, I know the girl at the register was thinking I had some issues. Well I did get this great Madness tea towel. I need to figure out where to put it, but that's the first cool thing.
Second cool thing was Birmingwho coming in late, a bit well for the wear. He offered some vodka that he had but there was less than a quarter of the bottle left. He was in rare form and kept saying "Arsenal are going to lose to Villa, you know that right." He must have repeated it like 5 times before knocking over several glasses of water and then passing out on the couch.
Christmas Day
Two words: BRUGAL RUM!
My Real (facist) loving cousin's wife had me in the family Christmas exchange. We cracked it open and had cuba libre's all afternoon. Beauty, eh?
Boxing Day!!! (St. Stephen's Day)
This has seriously become my favorite holiday, especially over the most recent years since you can get so many games on the satellite now. It's footballing heaven. Well, the Arsenal weren't playing til Sunday, due to whatever genius who created the schedule. However, the day did hold some nice points dropping surprises and a Scouser win. You don't see too many of those lately.
I just realized my speakers have gone to shit on my desktop. It took an Untouchables song to realize it. Hmm, surround sound here I come.
Boxing day had a weird non-influx of people. HalfArseDean pointed it out but I hadn't noticed. It was a significantly smaller crowd than in the past. Maybe the weather, maybe people traveling cause of the weekend being long but it still had an energy about it in my opinion.
I LOVE BOXING DAY!
St. John the Apostle's Day (otherwise known as the day after Boxing Day)
Did I ever tell you I love the Saint's calendar? It's a very interesting hodge podge of people who have been beatified. Now don't think I'm some over zealous religious nut but I do find the subject interesting to say the least. I blame it on Art History, you can't escape the subject.
The Arsenal were playing early, so as normal I did not go out late the night before. I make it into the pub to be greeted by an overly jovial GrumpyGooner. Well with a very loud, "Yah fahkin Cunt!"
His excuse is that he had been up all night, enjoying the life and got zero sleep. I do feel bad that his girl had to wake him up and drag his big ass down to the pub. GrumpyGooner was in rare form, even tried picking a fight with a 4 year old, who probably could have taken him in his state. The 4 year old was non-plussed to say the least. His mum is a Gooner, so she made sure GrumpyGooner didn't get the bottle to the head.
Well the pub Gooners are starting to have some injury woes as well, LilBlondieGooner broke her clavicle or something. She's in a brace, but seriously, don't help her cut her French Toast. She was about to stab NightCaller.
HalfArseDean wound her up a little bit as well. I thought she was going to have him. I thought they gave you pain medication to sedate you. I mean she's small and all, would figure she'd be half knocked out.
Bayern gave me a nice shirt. I felt kind of bad, cause as usual I was present-less. I just wanted to give a big hearty thanks mate and seriously...
I am going to give it to Hull, making them bastards work for their points. I just wanted them to drop two. I hadn't counted on a Hull win but it would have been nice. It would have been nice. It would have been nice. MancScum!
Oh and for those that read this and like American Football.
FUCK PITTSBURGH! FUCKING SCUM!
MONDAY (Sorry I am not looking up the Saint)
OK, I know it's not the day after but this is comedy gold, and I quote, The Guardian of course,...
DUDE, you beat Wolves! Calm down. Calm Down.
Ciao
~LeChat
Christmas Eve-Eve
The night prior my old indoor friends were looking for people to fill in for their match at local indoor arena. I had nothing better to do so figured I would make an appearance and run around a bit. I jotted out a quick, "I'll be there," and that was done.
After work, I decided it would be best for me not to travel all the way to the homestead and go have some food and drinks at one of the fine establishments between the arena and work. I made some calls and met up with ChelskiGirl for a couple. She was filling me in on her trip, since I hadn't heard anything from her since she had returned.
Somewhere along the second cocktail or so, a bright idea came across to go see this Polish Christmas Carole Parade. We met up with a couple of her friends and ended up amongst a mob of Polish/Semi-Polish or whatever. There was a truck pulling a guy with an accordian, a drummer with a full drum set and a couple of horn players.
I mean it had to have been well over 100 people all massed on Broadway singing Jingle Bells. When we got up there with the santa hat wearing friends, it was just in time for the critical mass to begin its movement.
Things to note: Christmas Eve Eve was bloody cold, well bloody cold to be walking around and caroling. I just wanted a beer. Apparently, there are other people who really like this sort of thing. Correction: A shit ton of people who like said thing.
That's me hiding my face with one of the Santa Hat wearing friends.Well after following the procession around for five more minutes, ChelskiGirl and I ducked out to her other place of employment to imbibe in some Chocolate Stouts. It was just the thing needed for a cold winter night.
My infinite wisdom, having about 3 of these Stouts, was in a mood to go play some football. I was tip top as they say. I make it to the arena and play had already started. I changed into the old uniform, felt good, made my way to the floor and hopped on as a sub. Less than 1 minute on, the other team wanted me to change, for kit clashing. The ref was even a little confused and whispered a comment as such.
Being the uniformly anal person I am about my kits, I put on the other black one, without the white fade and all was good. There's not much to mention of the game. I stumbled around for a bit, shoved a couple of people but didn't gain any cards.
I was having a good time though, so I hope I can fill in some other time. My ankle didn't even bother me, which is always double plus good. Now if I could only get the defense to pump the ball forward to me, then maybe I could have one of my little cheeky goals that I like.
On the way home, in my mind... I started calling randomly selected people from my phone. I still don't know why. A Certain Scouser was the unlucky one who answered. We talked for a bit, apparently she was in Buffalo robbing houses or something. That's all I can really remember her saying and something about not driving crazy, still unsure on that last part.
Actual Christmas Eve
The day started out nice. I was surprised that my ankle wasn't giving it to me, which had me overjoyed. That evening, some of us were getting together for a Christmas Eve dinner. I was bringing the eggnog or so it had been decided over Chocolate Stouts the night before or somewhere along the line.
I will point out two cool things, besides giving ChelskiGirl her BFF mug, which was more embarrassing to buy than anything else. A big giant pink mug for my BFF, I know the girl at the register was thinking I had some issues. Well I did get this great Madness tea towel. I need to figure out where to put it, but that's the first cool thing.
Second cool thing was Birmingwho coming in late, a bit well for the wear. He offered some vodka that he had but there was less than a quarter of the bottle left. He was in rare form and kept saying "Arsenal are going to lose to Villa, you know that right." He must have repeated it like 5 times before knocking over several glasses of water and then passing out on the couch.
Christmas Day
Two words: BRUGAL RUM!
My Real (facist) loving cousin's wife had me in the family Christmas exchange. We cracked it open and had cuba libre's all afternoon. Beauty, eh?
Boxing Day!!! (St. Stephen's Day)
This has seriously become my favorite holiday, especially over the most recent years since you can get so many games on the satellite now. It's footballing heaven. Well, the Arsenal weren't playing til Sunday, due to whatever genius who created the schedule. However, the day did hold some nice points dropping surprises and a Scouser win. You don't see too many of those lately.
I just realized my speakers have gone to shit on my desktop. It took an Untouchables song to realize it. Hmm, surround sound here I come.
Boxing day had a weird non-influx of people. HalfArseDean pointed it out but I hadn't noticed. It was a significantly smaller crowd than in the past. Maybe the weather, maybe people traveling cause of the weekend being long but it still had an energy about it in my opinion.
I LOVE BOXING DAY!
St. John the Apostle's Day (otherwise known as the day after Boxing Day)
Did I ever tell you I love the Saint's calendar? It's a very interesting hodge podge of people who have been beatified. Now don't think I'm some over zealous religious nut but I do find the subject interesting to say the least. I blame it on Art History, you can't escape the subject.
The Arsenal were playing early, so as normal I did not go out late the night before. I make it into the pub to be greeted by an overly jovial GrumpyGooner. Well with a very loud, "Yah fahkin Cunt!"
His excuse is that he had been up all night, enjoying the life and got zero sleep. I do feel bad that his girl had to wake him up and drag his big ass down to the pub. GrumpyGooner was in rare form, even tried picking a fight with a 4 year old, who probably could have taken him in his state. The 4 year old was non-plussed to say the least. His mum is a Gooner, so she made sure GrumpyGooner didn't get the bottle to the head.
Well the pub Gooners are starting to have some injury woes as well, LilBlondieGooner broke her clavicle or something. She's in a brace, but seriously, don't help her cut her French Toast. She was about to stab NightCaller.
HalfArseDean wound her up a little bit as well. I thought she was going to have him. I thought they gave you pain medication to sedate you. I mean she's small and all, would figure she'd be half knocked out.
Bayern gave me a nice shirt. I felt kind of bad, cause as usual I was present-less. I just wanted to give a big hearty thanks mate and seriously...
Who the Fuck Are MAN UNITED?
I am going to give it to Hull, making them bastards work for their points. I just wanted them to drop two. I hadn't counted on a Hull win but it would have been nice. It would have been nice. It would have been nice. MancScum!
Oh and for those that read this and like American Football.
FUCK PITTSBURGH! FUCKING SCUM!
MONDAY (Sorry I am not looking up the Saint)
OK, I know it's not the day after but this is comedy gold, and I quote, The Guardian of course,...
Roberto Mancini, the new Manchester City manager, predicted his side could catch Chelsea at the top of the Premier League after their 3-0 defeat of Wolverhampton Wanderers maintained his immaculate start as Mark Hughes's replacement.
DUDE, you beat Wolves! Calm down. Calm Down.
Ciao
~LeChat
21 December 2009
Hull at Home
This weekend I found myself stuck in quite a bit of snow. I would like to say it was about 12 inches on the ground before I even ventured out but I wouldn't be exactly truthful, as I didn't measure. I spent half the morning trying to order the game package from local cable company, to no avail.
Everyone was probably doubling up on some channels at the same time and I'm impatient when it comes to myself buying stuff. If I'm ready to buy, give me service and give it to me now. Otherwise, I am just window shopping so don't bother me.
I got a few messages from A Certain Scouser inquiring why I wasn't at the pub. My answer, of course was along the lines of, "Do you see all that snow on the ground?"
That went back and forth for a few moments, but basically I was stuck. One bad thing about living just outside the city, no way to get to the city. I could have tried to find a bus running or called a cab but it's not worth it. Most people in the general area don't know or simply can't understand the concept of driving in weather; snow, rain, fog, or otherwise. I'd rather take my chances on my own and decided it would better be spent doing fuck all.
Anyways, DJM told me to order by remote on my cable box. ALSO, to no avail... about this time I was purely frustrated with my local cable monopoly. I hopped onto Arsenal.com and forked over a few quid for ArsenalTV.
Have you ever felt like a junkie, needing to get your fix somehow? I even endured the early game on ESPN2 with Mr. ONION BAG Smyth. Now I was dropping my hard earned bucks on the choppy picture from Arsenal.com. It was like watching a slideshow with audio commentary, except with no "oops I didn't mean to snap a picture of that woman's bikini clad bottom" pictures.
By the way, some "Stephen Hunt" fan decided to take the piss out of me on my mobile as well. I still can't figure out who it is. I wish they would step forward before I start prank calling them from various other phones. So in short, Mr. or Ms. Stephen Hunt fan, HA fucking HA!
or as ChelskiGirl put it, "Hunt's a dirty cunt."
SUNDAY
Much of the same, absolutely nothing. I spent the good portion of the morning digging out from the 20 odd inches of snow in my backyard, plus the 50 foot of driveway. This is the one time I miss living in the condo, well this and the cats but that's a different story.
Luckily my RealMadrid loving cousin came out to assist and we ended up with a 3 man shovel brigade with the one kid up the street. I still owe that kid a couple of bucks, he worked like a "insert whatever cultural stereotype you would like" trying to "insert whatever direct object you think that above said stereotype would work very hard for or against."
Am I being PC? Not at all, just I have to many I can throw out there and I want to make sure I offend everyone equally. I have a long list of things but it doesn't matter. They are all bad.
ACMilan gives me a call about going stir crazy and that he was thinking of heading up to the pub. I let him know that I was worn out from all the shoveling, that being two long ass driveways and a couple of cars. At first, I thought I would make it out but my body hit the bed and the next thing I know it was once again dark outside.
I do love the snow, but I do love football in the pub, with my mates, much better.
~LeChat
Everyone was probably doubling up on some channels at the same time and I'm impatient when it comes to myself buying stuff. If I'm ready to buy, give me service and give it to me now. Otherwise, I am just window shopping so don't bother me.
I got a few messages from A Certain Scouser inquiring why I wasn't at the pub. My answer, of course was along the lines of, "Do you see all that snow on the ground?"
That went back and forth for a few moments, but basically I was stuck. One bad thing about living just outside the city, no way to get to the city. I could have tried to find a bus running or called a cab but it's not worth it. Most people in the general area don't know or simply can't understand the concept of driving in weather; snow, rain, fog, or otherwise. I'd rather take my chances on my own and decided it would better be spent doing fuck all.
Anyways, DJM told me to order by remote on my cable box. ALSO, to no avail... about this time I was purely frustrated with my local cable monopoly. I hopped onto Arsenal.com and forked over a few quid for ArsenalTV.
Have you ever felt like a junkie, needing to get your fix somehow? I even endured the early game on ESPN2 with Mr. ONION BAG Smyth. Now I was dropping my hard earned bucks on the choppy picture from Arsenal.com. It was like watching a slideshow with audio commentary, except with no "oops I didn't mean to snap a picture of that woman's bikini clad bottom" pictures.
By the way, some "Stephen Hunt" fan decided to take the piss out of me on my mobile as well. I still can't figure out who it is. I wish they would step forward before I start prank calling them from various other phones. So in short, Mr. or Ms. Stephen Hunt fan, HA fucking HA!
or as ChelskiGirl put it, "Hunt's a dirty cunt."
SUNDAY
Much of the same, absolutely nothing. I spent the good portion of the morning digging out from the 20 odd inches of snow in my backyard, plus the 50 foot of driveway. This is the one time I miss living in the condo, well this and the cats but that's a different story.
Luckily my RealMadrid loving cousin came out to assist and we ended up with a 3 man shovel brigade with the one kid up the street. I still owe that kid a couple of bucks, he worked like a "insert whatever cultural stereotype you would like" trying to "insert whatever direct object you think that above said stereotype would work very hard for or against."
Am I being PC? Not at all, just I have to many I can throw out there and I want to make sure I offend everyone equally. I have a long list of things but it doesn't matter. They are all bad.
ACMilan gives me a call about going stir crazy and that he was thinking of heading up to the pub. I let him know that I was worn out from all the shoveling, that being two long ass driveways and a couple of cars. At first, I thought I would make it out but my body hit the bed and the next thing I know it was once again dark outside.
I do love the snow, but I do love football in the pub, with my mates, much better.
~LeChat
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