I’m now usng tumblr for most of my on-the-side ramblings, as the recent inactivity on this blog will attest.
Found in the “sale” section of the Pacific Sunwear website (don’t ask why I was there – sigh, if you must know, I’ve got a thing for Vans slipons. Alright?)
Phew, it’s a good thing I’m saving that one cent! Otherwise, you know, I would have passed.
Back to the topic at hand: the lone MLS game yesterday. Ben and I attended, and yeah, it was a thorough, well-deserved beat down by United at 4-1. The Galaxy backline looked like they would much rather be napping in the shade; it appeared as if United’s runs were beating them soundly at even half-speed. As Matt Bourque notes over at DCist, “I counted eight such instances during which a United attacker had the ball with only the keeper to beat.” It was a pretty sound whoopin’. David Beckham was marked well, and really, when he did get off a cross (and there were a couple of beauties) no one was even close to being on the end of them. For instance: Edison Buddle, when Becks is looking to pass, just run towards the net. Good things will happen.
Additionally, my firm dislike of Landon Donovan was cemented further. Will somebody tell this guy that only players that can hack it at the world class level can whine and complain like that? (See: Drogba, Didier and Ronaldo, Cristiano.) Donovan fully deserved his yellow card for dissent. And there’s no way Gallardo deserved anything more than a yellow for an incidental finger to the eye. A straight red there would have been a pretty terrible decision by the referee, who for all the heat and the national pressure, handled the game pretty well. There were a couple of incidents where I thought tackles were getting a bit too sloppy and players much too out of hand, but the game ended in relative calm. So kudos to the officials.
The argument could also be made that the MLS game was a much more exciting affair than the Euro final (as That’s On Point mentions) – but as we all know, that really has more to do with the sub par defensive quality in the American league than anything else.
Oh, yeah, and it was crazy, insane, ridiculously hot. So, about those seats at RFK – which are mostly metal, and haven’t been painted since 1864? It makes it really difficult to focus on the game when you’re worried about your ass, back, and thighs getting those griddle marks that you see on hamburgers in advertisements.
Also, will someone please remind me to start wearing sunscreen to sporting events? Thanks in advance.
This week’s edition of Transit on Thursday (authored by yours truly, as usual) is now up at DCist. This week’s main talking point: are the Red Line’s morning rush hour trains scheduled too close together? (Hint: yes.)
Discuss over there.
Aaron’s challenging all of you to click the god damn button that removes all of your friends from the mailing list of those stupid Facebook “Movies” quizzes.
No, I don’t want to take an Incredible Hulk quiz, a “Who’s Boobs?” quiz, or a quiz on 80s movies that every single person in their twenties has seen approximately three thousand, two hundred and thirty-eight times. (Oh really, Lloyd Dobler is the main character’s name in Say Anything…? And she gives him a pen as a break up gift? I was stumped there for a minute.)
Honestly, I can’t tell you how much I hate this sort of bacn.
Oh wait, I already did.
Jens Lehmann, quote master:
‘As a player I can not promise a victory, only that I will push myself and give my life.’
He added: ‘You know what I mean – my sporting life. My private life belongs to my family.’
Have I mentioned that I can’t wait to see Almunia sporting the #1 shirt next year? Lehmann seems like the kind of guy that has never really cared about club football – only playing as a way to be the top keeper for Germany (read: beating Oliver Kahn). It’s strange because it’s usually the total opposite; players usually are more loyal to the organizations that make them their living.
You know, I’ve put some serious thought into making this into a blog where I just highlight ridiculous things from the numerous listservs that I’m on, but I think it might be better to keep it as a once in a while thing. It’ll be more fresh that way.
But anyway, here’s an excerpt from an email that got sent out on the Cleveland Park listserv, which basically tells you everything you need to know about the neighborhood:
Just a quick note to report yet another mischief/criminal type
incident in the neighborhood. Two nights ago a couple of the houses
in the 3100 block of Rodman Street were pelted with eggs. As best we
can tell, it happened in the middle of the night and the eggs were
thrown at the rear of the houses and onto the rooftops. One window
was broken. Nothing was taken–more mischief than crime but a real
pain to clean and, of course, repair in the case of the window. An
empty egg carton with an unfamiliar brand (not typical of the local
grocery stores) was found nearby.
Oh noes! Egg-throwing? We should probably call Homeland Security on the double. This gets double stupidity points for actually coming on the heels of a few emails about people attempting to break into houses by asking for people that didn’t live there. (You know, it’s really almost the same level of crime.)
I mean, the last time I checked, kids get the summer off from school. But don’t ask me – I just watch a lot of Law and Order, and probably aren’t qualified to make conclusions regarding this hideous and unsolvable crime against humanity.