I thought it was really great of Brazil and Portugal to have a friendly practice and allow it to be televised. It's not often you get to see these players in a relaxed, "Hey, let's just play nice and tie" kick around. Can't wait for their eventual meeting in the tourney though.
Wait, what?
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
And They Say Canadians Have Esteem Issues
At least we don't model our national team jerseys on the only cartoon character more unlucky than Ziggy.
Behold the Slovenian World Cup 2010 jersey.
And it's obvious inspiration.
If the English are lucky, the ref will pull the ball away from the Slovenians just they are about to take free kicks.
Behold the Slovenian World Cup 2010 jersey.
And it's obvious inspiration.
If the English are lucky, the ref will pull the ball away from the Slovenians just they are about to take free kicks.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
The Kids Are Alri..What?
Sunday was a fine Father's Day, and a fine day to spend at the beach in Port Stanley.
To be sure, getting away was like stuffing a cow into pillow case; awkward, bloody, full of cursing, and it pisses off the cow. But, we persevered.
Strangely, the Port was quiet today. I guess Father's Day for other fathers means not having to do shit. Go figure. Anyway, let's survey the beach essentials.
Buckets and shovels for the wee ones?
Check.
Large, UV denying umbrella?
Check.
Cooler full of organic fruits and veggies (sorry Mackies)?
Check
Three-foot-tall hookah?
What the fuck?
I've seen people pull sleds worthy of a polar expedition to the waterfront at Port Stanley. I've seen enormous fat men hurk Coleman coolers full of meat to the beach. But, this is the first time I've seen someone so committed to getting their smoke on that they would bring a hookah. The Nubian hotness and her Persian friend stood guard over the pipe while a quartet of douchebags failed at throwing spirals with a football (don't bring a football if you can't throw it) and swearing up a storm, much to the entertainment all and sundry.
And they used Lake Erie water. Does that add to the high? Does the jet-ski effluence act like a spice? Aren't you afraid it might ignite?
I have never understood the mindset of the beach smoker; "Sun gives cancer on the outside, so I best take care of the innards".
I plan on constructing a rudimentary still that produces a throat-searing cola. And taking it to the beach.
To be sure, getting away was like stuffing a cow into pillow case; awkward, bloody, full of cursing, and it pisses off the cow. But, we persevered.
Strangely, the Port was quiet today. I guess Father's Day for other fathers means not having to do shit. Go figure. Anyway, let's survey the beach essentials.
Buckets and shovels for the wee ones?
Check.
Large, UV denying umbrella?
Check.Cooler full of organic fruits and veggies (sorry Mackies)?
Check
Three-foot-tall hookah?
What the fuck?
I've seen people pull sleds worthy of a polar expedition to the waterfront at Port Stanley. I've seen enormous fat men hurk Coleman coolers full of meat to the beach. But, this is the first time I've seen someone so committed to getting their smoke on that they would bring a hookah. The Nubian hotness and her Persian friend stood guard over the pipe while a quartet of douchebags failed at throwing spirals with a football (don't bring a football if you can't throw it) and swearing up a storm, much to the entertainment all and sundry.
And they used Lake Erie water. Does that add to the high? Does the jet-ski effluence act like a spice? Aren't you afraid it might ignite?
I have never understood the mindset of the beach smoker; "Sun gives cancer on the outside, so I best take care of the innards".
I plan on constructing a rudimentary still that produces a throat-searing cola. And taking it to the beach.
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