Dribs vs. Drabs
For a (lazy) Sunday afternoon, listening to the Brewers beats reading the new H. Pot book. Well, at least as long as the Crew is winning 5-1 (editor's note, now 5-3, Crew is still holding off Harry).
Scoring my first goal in any organized soccer beats taking a perfect pass 12 yards in front of goal later in the game that should have been my second goal and passing it instead. Need to shoot more, but not in my nature.
Talented and supportive soccer teammates with cool Irish accents beat lazy and loud (and lazy!) American soccer teammates who think they are much better than they are.
Baseball teams with TV contracts beat teams without them. I hate it when the Brewers play the Nats, as I'm pretty sure that the Nats aren't allowed to broadcast (maybe just this year??? to protect Baltimore's territory??? I've wondered about this before, and still haven't looked into it). And for some reason, even though it was listed, the Brewers broadcast didn't make it out to digital cable last night.
Having a wife who walks into the room, sees that I'm listening to the game instead of watching it, and says "They're still playing the Nationals?" beats just about anything.
Lance Armsrtrong beats the Euro riders who don't seem to have the heart or focus to train or suffer like him. Ok, that was an Ugly American moment. But today he didn't beat his teammate and the only rider who has ridden on his team each year he has won, George Hincapie. Georgie, a very talented rider, has embraced the role of super-domestique, sacrificing for Lance. George looked almost confused as he crossed the finish line. Nice moment when Lance got to him back in the compound.
Danica Patrick qualifying on the front row and finishing 7th beats qalifying 7th and finishing 14th. But why did they change tires on that last stop and cost her 8 track positions when nobody else changed?
When the heat index is going to cross 100, playing at 8 a.m. beats the snot out of playing at 1:45 in the afternoon.
Scoring my first goal in any organized soccer beats taking a perfect pass 12 yards in front of goal later in the game that should have been my second goal and passing it instead. Need to shoot more, but not in my nature.
Talented and supportive soccer teammates with cool Irish accents beat lazy and loud (and lazy!) American soccer teammates who think they are much better than they are.
Baseball teams with TV contracts beat teams without them. I hate it when the Brewers play the Nats, as I'm pretty sure that the Nats aren't allowed to broadcast (maybe just this year??? to protect Baltimore's territory??? I've wondered about this before, and still haven't looked into it). And for some reason, even though it was listed, the Brewers broadcast didn't make it out to digital cable last night.
Having a wife who walks into the room, sees that I'm listening to the game instead of watching it, and says "They're still playing the Nationals?" beats just about anything.
Lance Armsrtrong beats the Euro riders who don't seem to have the heart or focus to train or suffer like him. Ok, that was an Ugly American moment. But today he didn't beat his teammate and the only rider who has ridden on his team each year he has won, George Hincapie. Georgie, a very talented rider, has embraced the role of super-domestique, sacrificing for Lance. George looked almost confused as he crossed the finish line. Nice moment when Lance got to him back in the compound.
Danica Patrick qualifying on the front row and finishing 7th beats qalifying 7th and finishing 14th. But why did they change tires on that last stop and cost her 8 track positions when nobody else changed?
When the heat index is going to cross 100, playing at 8 a.m. beats the snot out of playing at 1:45 in the afternoon.
posted by Tom at 3:39 PM
5 Comments:
Danica's team are trying to do what they can to win her a race, which I support. They're taking chances that mean they'll either win or finish like 10th, maybe. That's pretty ballsy, and other teams don't do stuff like that. That being said, it was too late in the race to try that tire trick and I agree that was a mistake. Danica cleaned up nice for the Espys, I must somehow add.
Yeah, what they did earlier in the race to get her to the front was great. But I think the tire thing may have been a screw up (or she had a tire problem that we didn't know about?).
Why didn't you play soccer or bike when I was there?
Oh, wait, you did play softball, we won't get into that fiasco. Yes, I'm still bitter.
Congrats on the goal, hope you took your shirt off and did the samba with the corner flag. If not than remember to do so next time.
You are dead right about 8am -v- 1:45pm. My god we ran empty last Sunday.
The first goal... savour it. It's a beautiful beautiful thing. Those moments play in my head every Sunday night while I am trying to sleep.
And then realize that you'll probably miss a sitter next week (read: penalty).
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