In non-hockey sport* news: The Champions League Final is on today.
Guess I'll have to be a bit distracted by the Internet this afternoon.
Go Chelsea. Kill Man U.
*Note I said "sport" news like they do on the BBC, and not "sports" news. I'm so Eeenglish.
UPDATE: John Terry is dead to me. Useless man.
11 comments:
I have been given strict instructions to MAKE SURE THE GAME IS TAPING
(I live among fanatics)
This isn't poetry inspiring material!!!
JAW fan
surely you could work with words such as 'oy oy oy', 'footie', 'beer','thugs' and 'wayne'?
N.
Oh, well, if that's all you want:
Look at all them sporty boys,
Runnin' around screamin' "oy, oy, oy!"
Fighting for fun, the filthy thugs!
Peeing on walls and puking on rugs.
Beating up gays and raping your daughters,
Sucking back beer like it was f**king water.
Hooligans, they are, a gang of rubes,
But at least they're in shape and don't have moobs.
JAW fan
-er- you might be missing the point of "the beautiful game"...
In this man's humble opinion, the only beautiful thing about the game is the locker-room afterwards...other than that, it's just a bunch of men running back and forth, kicking a ball, trying to score on net...all that effort usually for a score of 1 - 0.
Of course, then there's the other extreme, Basketball, where everyone's running back and forth, throwing a ball, and scoring every other second, resulting usually in scores of 120 - 118.
Surely, there has to be a middleground to these two sports!!!
JAW fan
ms nanuk, can we not help poor JAW fan?
sit him down in front of the the azzurris on a big screen TV w/a pitcher of martinis and a case of doritos and surely, surely he can be made to see the light
this is your mission
He may be a self professed queen
But as he gazes at the big screen
In his mind it will dawn
That this time he got his poem all wrong
Not all bad can come from this brutish game
How can it afterall, when it rhymes with Wayne?
AND they run around w/their shirts off at the end of each game
Jeez, I didn't have a chance to come to my own blog today, and all hell has broken loose on the football poetry front.
Be champions! heh heh
"do it to me on the e-mail"
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