The reason I took this photo is to show Thighs. See the guy with his shorts pulled up? I’m not sure what’s up with that. The people on our left call him Mr. Funny Pants. The people on our right call him Diaper Boy. I shouted: “Pull down your pants!”
4200 words for the Write-A-Thon this week.
I’ll be honest, they aren’t great words. But I put something new down every day this week.
And if you’re not sure what to do, just drop me an email.
Oh yeah, and if you haven’t seen it yet, here’s my tuckerization by Michael Swanwick.
Timber Joey — would you like to touch his wood?
FIFA World Cup Games 51 and 52
Germany looked FANTASTIC this morning. I’d like to take Podolski’s ’32 goal out for drinks some time. A really fun game. Oh yeah, bad call against England. That was a black mark. But 4-1 England it’s not like they were looking so great until that moment.
I talked to my Mom after the game and she said she saw the last 10 minutes and “it was a really good game.”
“Mom,” I said. “Germany was up 4-1 at that point. The game was over.”
“I know,” Mom said. “But I get so nervous that was the only part I could watch.”
During the Germany game I started making up a Tiger Beat profile for Phillipp Lahm.
Favorite color: blue
Favorite food: schnitzel
Favorite Twilight character: Bella
In the next game Germany is up against my mullet-licious boyfriends from Argentina which is really a bummer because I like both these teams so much. I’ll be rooting for Germany.
I watched the first half of the Argentina v. Mexico game. In this game, Argentina won a goal that they didn’t really earn because of another bad call. They won 3-1 so I think they proved themselves. I decided to stop watching after goal #3 because I had some other things that needed to get done before I went downtown to watch another soccer game.
Timbers v. Tampa Bay
Finally, the Timbers win one. Warm sunny day. Cold beer.
There’s a guy in our section a few rows back who’s a screamer who seems to enjoy screaming more than paying attention to the details of the game. One of his favorite things to scream is, “Both ways, ref. Both ways.”
I have no idea what that means but the kids sitting behind us took this up — in a hilarious way — and started saying at completely random times: “Both ways ref, both ways.” Which made us laugh every time.