If one more stinkin' individual mentions the Champions League to me, I'm gonna cry. Last night at the Rapids game, it was "CL this, CL that..." Yup. Everyone was at the bar Tuesday and Wednesday at noon to watch European Soccer SuperClubs raise money for their favorite charity: themselves.
I wasn't there. Por que you ask?
A terrible triple witching hour is upon me and my summer pasttime of watching world cup soccer, hanging out at the British Bulldog and generally cavorting about with fellow footie fans.
Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday was the schedule for a while!
First, of course, the World Cup ended. I mean, who knew?
Second, and most painful, is the loss of Honey, the daycare lady 3 doors down
that took care of Liam on the important Tuesday / Thursday dates. Let me be clear in saying I'm relatively psyched up to hang out with Liam during the week. No problems there. Just wish I had a safe hangout for him during EuroSoccer matches ;-)
And finally, Saturday morning English Premiere League action was killed off when I signed up my son Maxwell for his own soccer team. Well, more practice then team, but in any case my Saturday mornings of Free Beer at the Bulldog have been seriously curtailed.
With only one home game left for the Rapids (until next April!) I'm a bit out of sorts.
So, now I cry for those lost golden days. Friends still call, and write, but it's as if I'm on the outside looking in.
Posted by BilFish at September 14, 2006 08:24 AM