tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12171673.post387111274342130119..comments2024-02-13T01:25:33.947-05:00Comments on The Gods Are Bored: Sometimes You Can't Root for the Home TeamAnne Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15478513906953607043noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12171673.post-81634377521971506462009-10-24T15:28:38.190-04:002009-10-24T15:28:38.190-04:00I more or less sympathise with Mr. Johnson. Howeve...I more or less sympathise with Mr. Johnson. However I got to write exclusively about my (football=soccer) team, which makes it a lot easier. Especially when by a stroke of great fortune the UEFA cup final was held at our own stadium. I was at the office under the stands until 3 AM. I called for a cab at 2 AM, but was told that they were having a difficult time getting out of the center of town, being hailed as soon as they dropped off their fares. Home at 4 AM sounds about right.<br /><br />One of the best memories was realising the CCTV around the stadium was still on and watching one of the players walking around on the pitch with a bottle of beer wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. He had to produce a sample for the drug test and decided that feeling the cold grass on his bare toes might help.M. Knoesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17133347011461421224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12171673.post-4079497938600756652009-10-24T01:02:22.217-04:002009-10-24T01:02:22.217-04:00I haven't given a big rats rear about baseball...I haven't given a big rats rear about baseball since my bums left Brooklyn..sigh*yellowdoggrannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14906624317290990109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12171673.post-85418472621429957402009-10-23T16:15:35.571-04:002009-10-23T16:15:35.571-04:00EVERYONE LOOK UP TOUNGETIEDTEENS ON YOUTUBE ITS GO...EVERYONE LOOK UP TOUNGETIEDTEENS ON YOUTUBE ITS GONNA BE GREAT!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12171673.post-15746903109689776342009-10-23T13:58:26.914-04:002009-10-23T13:58:26.914-04:00My hubby is a writer, too. He is a trained journal...My hubby is a writer, too. He is a trained journalist but mostly writes funny books these days with just a little freelance thrown in. Thing is, he'd love to write about sports! But only if he could bitch about whatever he wanted and be his usual cranky self. Hm, probably better suited for a blog. ;) He was super duper bummed about the Phillies game, but that's because he's a life-long Dodgers fan. Ruh Roh! Although the current public battle over the Dodger team btw McCourt and his wife is very entertaining!Gruvkittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15667411138724801816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12171673.post-26183116274301843082009-10-22T21:21:33.644-04:002009-10-22T21:21:33.644-04:00"Our jobs are our bitches." This is ever..."Our jobs are our bitches." This is everyone's epitaph in the 21st century, LOL!Debra She Who Seekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12171673.post-18604408206618210052009-10-22T21:19:29.299-04:002009-10-22T21:19:29.299-04:00Minus the champagne, cheap or otherwise, our spous...Minus the champagne, cheap or otherwise, our spouses seem to be on similar schedules and career trajectories. Mine was home from work a bit before 4am and was in bed a bit after 4am. Today, my alarm clock was 6:30, and his was at 9am. Times like these, the crockpot is my friend! (but if Decibel will share the souffle recipe, I would love to have it.)Lavanahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14295089071497942411noreply@blogger.com