The weekend was shaping up to be a bad case of déjà vu. Or I should say more like a nightmare experience all around, but it ended up being just really tame. It was a holiday weekend here, so that meant it was extra long.
Thursday, also known as (American) Thanksgiving, was a bit a strange to begin with. Usually there is a fair number of family around but this year that seemed to be lacking. I spent most of the day pretending to know what I was talking about when it came to American Football. My mother joked with me and reminded me that I never was a big fan of the sport anyways.
I decided to ditch the family festivity and headed to the pub for a couple of drinks. SlainteLOSC had sent out a message earlier about being down there for the evening, so I decided to drop by and say hi. For as dead as the point looked, there were plenty of punters milling around the pub that evening. No one special, just completely random.
Friday I had a show so kept a low profile most of the day. I made a decision to buy a new bass, but I haven't felt like whipping out the card and actually paying for it. For those who care, 5 string - fretless.
Station had a mediocre show. We got our new singer up to speed, sort of burn or blaze. Our previous singer had caught the baby disease and his (wife) had him on lockdown. For a while, we had two singers which was an interesting dynamic.
There's another show coming up this Saturday, which is ScouseDrummer's birthday show. That should be pretty good, and the new singer should be fitting in much better now that the first jitters are out.
Mentioning Saturdays, this past one was a scare and a half for the boys in red and white. I don't really like this whole going 2-nil into the second half and letting the opposition take over the game. IF Villa had been a better squad then we'd be in some trouble.
I stayed around the pub for a bit, as Sheffield's parents were in town. I hadn't seen them since the wedding and they are great people. Sheffield and I had a bit of a clockwatch going on as well. His club was playing my lower division club, Bristol City. Vinnie had also stopped down and was streaming the Reading game.
It was a great reunion in some ways. Plus we did have a bit of entertainment by way of the MancScum game. The ManShitty game on the other hand, well, I guess shitty about explains it.
I took my leave after the games in order to get some much needed rest. It was becoming a much longer weekend without much sleep. Thank god I didn't try and deal with the shopping stupidity that affects this country. I can't believe what people will do for a 50 cent discount on shit they don't really need.
I'm too annoyed about it to rant at the moment. I'll just leave it.
OH Barça, how I adore you. Not only did one of your crews throw rocks at REAL Facist's motorbus but you did it on the field. BRILLIANT!
~LeChat
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29 November 2010
29 March 2010
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
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
01 March 2010
Stoke Away
Every Monday I seem to forget what happened on Saturday. This Monday being no exception. I won't tell you my secret on how I figure things out but somehow I do.
Saturday
The morning started out well enough. Earlier the previous evening, I believe, ManCity himself sent me a message concerning my allegiances for the days early game. I did not declare one but did let him know that the ball is round and he shouldn't worry too much of the result.
So Chelsea City it was. All nice and lined up for a proper little show. I will admit ChelskiBoys v. ManCity himself was going to make an entertaining breakfast treat.
I took a seat at one end of the bar, just to get a good view. To be honest, all I can remember is several chants about random things. ChelskiGirl looking particularly angry and about to glass ManCity himself. I believe MiniMourhino made a good day out of it either way. He had started the day out quite a bit bouncy and was well on his way shortly after.
Myself, well lately I have found my way into a more frilly drink, or so I've been told. Something happened to me after getting sick when it had snowed. I have not been able to drink more than one or two beers, so I've found solace in Cuba Libres. When I know it's going to be a specially long day, as Saturday was, sometimes... yes sometimes I do have a Malibu and Coke. However, some times has turned into quite often.
I think I was drinking Mount Gay and Coke, which by the way is a horrible rum to order. I almost whisper it under my breath, but when you have friends like Irish, everyone is going to know what you order.
Ah WHAT?.... Mount GAY!..... Do you want an umbrella with that?
Cheers mate, how's the world cup going for ya? OH, yah, that's right France won and we did not cheat. The ref did not blow the whistle. I do not control his whistle.
Alright, we did have a motley mob assembled for the proper match. A Certain Scouser and Pimms had shown up. I believe the Librarian, HalfArseDean, the Sheriff and Arse St. Nick rounded out the table. I may be a little foggy on this but somehow we got the Deputy to leave her beauty rest and join us as well. I think she was promised lunch and ended up with cottage chips.
All I can say is that a political conversation was started. I was told I was preaching to the choir. A Certain Scouser said that she wanted to be the Angry Black Man and somehow I became the Suburban White Chick. There was a half ton of laughter for a few hours on that one.
In character, I offered to make out the Angry Black Man but I couldn't date because my parents would kill me. Then I asked if Angry Black Man could get me a drink. To which the retort was something along the lines of "No Bitch! Get ME a drink!"
Yes, that's right, we went there several times. However, all our revelry was stopped short by a freight train of a tackle by the hand of Mr. Shawcross. I am not going to go into the whole STICK A BOOT IN ON ARSENAL rant. That was saved for Sunday but it was a horror show tackle.
Saturday Night
Clash Tribute at the Sidebar. I will say one thing. What a great show by my little band. It shaped up to be a great day. LilBlondieGooner and NightCaller showed up and had a good time, from what I understand. OH by the way, NightCaller needs a new nickname, as in he has reformed his ways but I need to think of one. Personally, I love his nickname but I did promise to give it a new look.
Anyways, funny thing happened to me at the show. I was sitting in a corner after getting off stage, talking to LilBlondieGooner, NightCaller and friends. This young girl comes up to us and starts to ask someone, thinking it was ScouseDrummer, some questions.
I noticed they were actually about me but I was in post-stage haze. She then started asking about me playing in some band I had never heard of and I guess tried to have a conversation with me. I guess I just wasn't grabbing a clue. After she leaves, LilBlondieGooner pushes me and tells me I have a groupie and should go after her.
I just shrug and say to her, Well she needs to try harder.
I thought it was funny. That's all that matters. Kind of like my other quote of the day.
I'm golden in the box but can't always finish.
I really just need to make a book of quotes. There is always the classic.
My god is a vengeful god and I'm warrior of god. I will chop your fucking head off!
Despite my lack of perception, this girl did try hard. There were some great bands and I did a lot of dancing, fueled by Captain Morgan Spiced Rum. Every time I turned around, she was beside me. ScouseDrummer even pushed me into her at one point in time. I was still on my she needs to try harder soapbox.
I will admit, it was a cute little gesture from a cute little girl. It didn't get creepy or anything and maybe I will be nicer the next time. Otherwise, my weekends are for being a complete cunt to all but my closest. Hell, I can even a bit of a twat to them as well but it's born out of pure love.
Sunday
I could be found, at the same approximate table, with the same approximate people, TWENTY FOUR FUCKING HOURS later. I have to admit, another good time watching the Scousers play. ScouseDrummer, his dad and sis showed up and joined the rowdy bunch on the couches.
MancScum were told to fuck off upstairs for the Milk Cup. I did go up and give some abuse but man it was way too depressing up there. I swear, the Scousers were lively, the game was lively and the atmosphere was a bit more than fun.
Mancs... well it was mighty grim upstairs. Their game was worst than watching paint dry on a humid mid-Atlantic day. The Villa fans were smart and stayed downstairs in the Arsenal section watching the game.
Notes of interest: I had an interesting conversation with one of the bistro boys who was there with his woman. We were just comparing the two places but understood where each other were coming from. I reiterated the story about running into the BigBistroBoy during the Canada-Russia (olympic hockey) match and how he re-introduced himself. I had shook his hand and told him I knew exactly who he was. I don't know if it came off the exact way that it had in my mind but it does make me wonder if you supposedly dislike a place so much, why do you keep showing your face in it?
I don't go and shit on the counter of your Bistro but you say all kinds of shit out of your mouth about how bad people are treated in my pub. If you don't like it, don't come here. Plain and fucking simple. Now I am not trying to start an Us v. Them type of scenario but as I explained to the bistro boys, there is nothing for me at that place. My mates who support other sides, some of whom I've been watching football with for like 7 or 8 years, plus or minus, wouldn't be welcomed there and couldn't watch FuckOff United v. SheepShagger FC at 7 AM for the Godknowswhat Cup.
That's my piece on it. My pub is a football pub, the long and short of it. As a football supporter, I will support my pub until it stops supporting me. At that time, maybe I will look for a new ground. There is still a thing called loyalty, especially when no one else in this fucking city would keep football on the television at any hour of the fucking day from 7AM to 2AM.
Prime example, the pub is showing Hockey in the evenings now. Sunday, OLYMPIC GOLD, CANADA v. USA (I do fly the Quebec flag). ACMilan comes in to watch his game. Do you know what happened? ACMilan got his game on a corner television! ONE lonely fucking ACMilan in a pub filled to the brim with Olympic Hockey fans.
Respect. Football.
oh and the puma Hard chorus....
~LeChat
OH subnote... before I forget.
Crystal Palace supporters group the 35ers are getting a good deal on season tickets. These are good games to go to and something fun to do, especially after WC2010 is done. The 35ers put other supporters to shame. In short, Let me know if you want the Crystal Palace US tickets, plus a free Crystal Palace scarf and a chance to win a trip to LONDON to see Palace at home.
Saturday
The morning started out well enough. Earlier the previous evening, I believe, ManCity himself sent me a message concerning my allegiances for the days early game. I did not declare one but did let him know that the ball is round and he shouldn't worry too much of the result.
So Chelsea City it was. All nice and lined up for a proper little show. I will admit ChelskiBoys v. ManCity himself was going to make an entertaining breakfast treat.
I took a seat at one end of the bar, just to get a good view. To be honest, all I can remember is several chants about random things. ChelskiGirl looking particularly angry and about to glass ManCity himself. I believe MiniMourhino made a good day out of it either way. He had started the day out quite a bit bouncy and was well on his way shortly after.
Myself, well lately I have found my way into a more frilly drink, or so I've been told. Something happened to me after getting sick when it had snowed. I have not been able to drink more than one or two beers, so I've found solace in Cuba Libres. When I know it's going to be a specially long day, as Saturday was, sometimes... yes sometimes I do have a Malibu and Coke. However, some times has turned into quite often.
I think I was drinking Mount Gay and Coke, which by the way is a horrible rum to order. I almost whisper it under my breath, but when you have friends like Irish, everyone is going to know what you order.
Ah WHAT?.... Mount GAY!..... Do you want an umbrella with that?
Cheers mate, how's the world cup going for ya? OH, yah, that's right France won and we did not cheat. The ref did not blow the whistle. I do not control his whistle.
Alright, we did have a motley mob assembled for the proper match. A Certain Scouser and Pimms had shown up. I believe the Librarian, HalfArseDean, the Sheriff and Arse St. Nick rounded out the table. I may be a little foggy on this but somehow we got the Deputy to leave her beauty rest and join us as well. I think she was promised lunch and ended up with cottage chips.
All I can say is that a political conversation was started. I was told I was preaching to the choir. A Certain Scouser said that she wanted to be the Angry Black Man and somehow I became the Suburban White Chick. There was a half ton of laughter for a few hours on that one.
In character, I offered to make out the Angry Black Man but I couldn't date because my parents would kill me. Then I asked if Angry Black Man could get me a drink. To which the retort was something along the lines of "No Bitch! Get ME a drink!"
Yes, that's right, we went there several times. However, all our revelry was stopped short by a freight train of a tackle by the hand of Mr. Shawcross. I am not going to go into the whole STICK A BOOT IN ON ARSENAL rant. That was saved for Sunday but it was a horror show tackle.
Saturday Night
Clash Tribute at the Sidebar. I will say one thing. What a great show by my little band. It shaped up to be a great day. LilBlondieGooner and NightCaller showed up and had a good time, from what I understand. OH by the way, NightCaller needs a new nickname, as in he has reformed his ways but I need to think of one. Personally, I love his nickname but I did promise to give it a new look.
Anyways, funny thing happened to me at the show. I was sitting in a corner after getting off stage, talking to LilBlondieGooner, NightCaller and friends. This young girl comes up to us and starts to ask someone, thinking it was ScouseDrummer, some questions.
I noticed they were actually about me but I was in post-stage haze. She then started asking about me playing in some band I had never heard of and I guess tried to have a conversation with me. I guess I just wasn't grabbing a clue. After she leaves, LilBlondieGooner pushes me and tells me I have a groupie and should go after her.
I just shrug and say to her, Well she needs to try harder.
I thought it was funny. That's all that matters. Kind of like my other quote of the day.
I'm golden in the box but can't always finish.
I really just need to make a book of quotes. There is always the classic.
My god is a vengeful god and I'm warrior of god. I will chop your fucking head off!
Despite my lack of perception, this girl did try hard. There were some great bands and I did a lot of dancing, fueled by Captain Morgan Spiced Rum. Every time I turned around, she was beside me. ScouseDrummer even pushed me into her at one point in time. I was still on my she needs to try harder soapbox.
I will admit, it was a cute little gesture from a cute little girl. It didn't get creepy or anything and maybe I will be nicer the next time. Otherwise, my weekends are for being a complete cunt to all but my closest. Hell, I can even a bit of a twat to them as well but it's born out of pure love.
Sunday
I could be found, at the same approximate table, with the same approximate people, TWENTY FOUR FUCKING HOURS later. I have to admit, another good time watching the Scousers play. ScouseDrummer, his dad and sis showed up and joined the rowdy bunch on the couches.
MancScum were told to fuck off upstairs for the Milk Cup. I did go up and give some abuse but man it was way too depressing up there. I swear, the Scousers were lively, the game was lively and the atmosphere was a bit more than fun.
Mancs... well it was mighty grim upstairs. Their game was worst than watching paint dry on a humid mid-Atlantic day. The Villa fans were smart and stayed downstairs in the Arsenal section watching the game.
Notes of interest: I had an interesting conversation with one of the bistro boys who was there with his woman. We were just comparing the two places but understood where each other were coming from. I reiterated the story about running into the BigBistroBoy during the Canada-Russia (olympic hockey) match and how he re-introduced himself. I had shook his hand and told him I knew exactly who he was. I don't know if it came off the exact way that it had in my mind but it does make me wonder if you supposedly dislike a place so much, why do you keep showing your face in it?
I don't go and shit on the counter of your Bistro but you say all kinds of shit out of your mouth about how bad people are treated in my pub. If you don't like it, don't come here. Plain and fucking simple. Now I am not trying to start an Us v. Them type of scenario but as I explained to the bistro boys, there is nothing for me at that place. My mates who support other sides, some of whom I've been watching football with for like 7 or 8 years, plus or minus, wouldn't be welcomed there and couldn't watch FuckOff United v. SheepShagger FC at 7 AM for the Godknowswhat Cup.
That's my piece on it. My pub is a football pub, the long and short of it. As a football supporter, I will support my pub until it stops supporting me. At that time, maybe I will look for a new ground. There is still a thing called loyalty, especially when no one else in this fucking city would keep football on the television at any hour of the fucking day from 7AM to 2AM.
Prime example, the pub is showing Hockey in the evenings now. Sunday, OLYMPIC GOLD, CANADA v. USA (I do fly the Quebec flag). ACMilan comes in to watch his game. Do you know what happened? ACMilan got his game on a corner television! ONE lonely fucking ACMilan in a pub filled to the brim with Olympic Hockey fans.
Respect. Football.
oh and the puma Hard chorus....
~LeChat
OH subnote... before I forget.
Crystal Palace supporters group the 35ers are getting a good deal on season tickets. These are good games to go to and something fun to do, especially after WC2010 is done. The 35ers put other supporters to shame. In short, Let me know if you want the Crystal Palace US tickets, plus a free Crystal Palace scarf and a chance to win a trip to LONDON to see Palace at home.
01 February 2010
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
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
28 January 2010
Villa Away Mid-week
SAD SAD SAD day it shall be. I am not one to complain but so much, so I won't. Where was I? I was sitting at my desk, at work, being annoyed by an annoying person who doesn't understand the meaning of the words/phrases: patience, free service and no guarantee. Yes, I do have issues with self-entitled stupidity.
Another mid-week and I was stuck working. I should be used to that by now, you'd think. I also forgot to turn on the score notifier application on my phone. Yes, that's right, I was so annoyed I forgot that an important game of football was being played. Right now all games for the Arsenal are important. As it looks now, I might even be missing the match on Sunday, at least the second half of it, which is probably when all the action will be. DAMN my cluttered schedule!
Let me tell you how out of touch with football I was. A Certain Scouser had sent me a couple texts but my mobile was not vibrating enough for me to notice. In order they read.
I will admit, yes I will admit. I totally forgot Mancscum and ManShitty were playing for the Carling. I was dumbfounded after reading the series of messages. It was only the last one.
That clued me into what I was missing. Then I was still trying to cobble together that proper Scum was not playing or were they, can't keep up with them and that the Scousers were not playing MancScum. I kid you not, it took me a whole 5 minutes to put it all together. My mind is complete mush.
When I finally made it home and got a good look at the Guardian, I realized that calling out sick may have been a good option. I am saving those up for world cup though. I might have to pull a couple extra hours at the office for that.
The Crow caught me on FB with an inquiry over the RIOoooOOoo issue. I'll just put it out there, so there is no misunderstanding. The man was good, probably one of the better Centerbacks for England in a long long time. Trust me, he gave the Arsenal some headaches as well. However, since this last set of injuries he hasn't been the same. Honestly, will he return to the England squad, maybe, but will he be the same man he was 4 years ago or even 2 years ago. Nah, not at all I am afraid. I think the star has faded on this one, supernova and out, in my opinion.
Does the penalty and ban surprise me? Not at all on that account either. Rio is a great player. A great player has a fire in them to keep playing, it's their life's blood. He is probably more than frustrated that he's half the player that he used to be and unfortunately has taken it out on a colleague. It happens.
OH and the Bellamy incident. I actually feel a bit bad for him, cause it must have hurt but part of me giggled seeing the photo of him laid on the ground. I never wish harm on anyone but sometimes it is funny. Seriously though, people need to stop throwing crap and trying to hurt the players. If you want a bit of the violence go join a firm and knock the shit out of like minded individuals. That's your thing, don't invite the uninitiated into it, don't invite the players into it.
PLAIN AND FUCKING SIMPLE, NO?
I mean if you are in a bar/pub, where ever and player x comes up to you and tries and make you change the television/radio station/jukebox, grabs on your girl, knocks over your drink and/or various other obnoxious things that players have been known to do... Then by all means give him one or two, he deserves it but not while they are on the field, playing the game. That's just crass. I don't care where you are from and I'm glad that someone is facing charges for it.
If you haven't checked out CNN lately, they do have a good section on football and the world cup, some interesting stuff but a lot of fluff as well. Good old CNN, proper journalism for the world. (yes that is written sarcasm)
Also, you all who comment on FB can feel free to comment here, as I know there are some who are reading this that I am not friends with on FB and I am sure they would love to enjoy the witty convos that we all have. Try and use your nick, if you do comment unless you don't want to protect your identity. I don't care, just don't blame me when your boss googles your ass.
Well I am off the grid this weekend. Enjoy yourselves.
~LeChat
Another mid-week and I was stuck working. I should be used to that by now, you'd think. I also forgot to turn on the score notifier application on my phone. Yes, that's right, I was so annoyed I forgot that an important game of football was being played. Right now all games for the Arsenal are important. As it looks now, I might even be missing the match on Sunday, at least the second half of it, which is probably when all the action will be. DAMN my cluttered schedule!
Let me tell you how out of touch with football I was. A Certain Scouser had sent me a couple texts but my mobile was not vibrating enough for me to notice. In order they read.
-Fucking Red Devil scum
-TEVEZ!
-Holy shit. rooney fuuuuuuuck
I will admit, yes I will admit. I totally forgot Mancscum and ManShitty were playing for the Carling. I was dumbfounded after reading the series of messages. It was only the last one.
Scum in the 91st
That clued me into what I was missing. Then I was still trying to cobble together that proper Scum was not playing or were they, can't keep up with them and that the Scousers were not playing MancScum. I kid you not, it took me a whole 5 minutes to put it all together. My mind is complete mush.
When I finally made it home and got a good look at the Guardian, I realized that calling out sick may have been a good option. I am saving those up for world cup though. I might have to pull a couple extra hours at the office for that.
The Crow caught me on FB with an inquiry over the RIOoooOOoo issue. I'll just put it out there, so there is no misunderstanding. The man was good, probably one of the better Centerbacks for England in a long long time. Trust me, he gave the Arsenal some headaches as well. However, since this last set of injuries he hasn't been the same. Honestly, will he return to the England squad, maybe, but will he be the same man he was 4 years ago or even 2 years ago. Nah, not at all I am afraid. I think the star has faded on this one, supernova and out, in my opinion.
Does the penalty and ban surprise me? Not at all on that account either. Rio is a great player. A great player has a fire in them to keep playing, it's their life's blood. He is probably more than frustrated that he's half the player that he used to be and unfortunately has taken it out on a colleague. It happens.
OH and the Bellamy incident. I actually feel a bit bad for him, cause it must have hurt but part of me giggled seeing the photo of him laid on the ground. I never wish harm on anyone but sometimes it is funny. Seriously though, people need to stop throwing crap and trying to hurt the players. If you want a bit of the violence go join a firm and knock the shit out of like minded individuals. That's your thing, don't invite the uninitiated into it, don't invite the players into it.
PLAIN AND FUCKING SIMPLE, NO?
I mean if you are in a bar/pub, where ever and player x comes up to you and tries and make you change the television/radio station/jukebox, grabs on your girl, knocks over your drink and/or various other obnoxious things that players have been known to do... Then by all means give him one or two, he deserves it but not while they are on the field, playing the game. That's just crass. I don't care where you are from and I'm glad that someone is facing charges for it.
If you haven't checked out CNN lately, they do have a good section on football and the world cup, some interesting stuff but a lot of fluff as well. Good old CNN, proper journalism for the world. (yes that is written sarcasm)
Also, you all who comment on FB can feel free to comment here, as I know there are some who are reading this that I am not friends with on FB and I am sure they would love to enjoy the witty convos that we all have. Try and use your nick, if you do comment unless you don't want to protect your identity. I don't care, just don't blame me when your boss googles your ass.
Well I am off the grid this weekend. Enjoy yourselves.
~LeChat
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