1. Barca won, and I am very, very happy. I managed to get through the final by sharing a paper bag and gin with
roadtoharmony, but it was a near thing. As I said to Conny, if only someone had sat me down when I was seven and said to me, "Honey, if you spend your weekends watching Marco van Basten score prolifically with
absurd volleys now, one day, when you are an otherwise fully functioning adult, you will occasionally be forced to hide behind your sofa and breathe into a paper bag because you will not be able to remove yourself emotionally from twenty-two men kicking a ball around like any mature, rational adult should be able to".
And then I would have spent my weekends watching Marco van Basten score prolifically with absurd volleys anyway, but at least I would have been warned.
2. My stream showed a pitchside journalist, after the match, ask Rio Ferdinand the following two questions: (i) Were Barca brilliant or what?; and (ii) Are Barca the best team you've ever played against or what? I would feel sorry for Ferdinand if I weren't laughing so hard.
3.
Run of Play seems to have grown in popularity. I am trying really hard not to be the obnoxious whiny person who bitches about how much better things were before the great unwashed masses found them and started corrupting them with their commonness, but RoP didn't used to have commenters who led with "this is the biggest piece of garbage I've ever read" or complained because RoP didn't write an article about something they thought RoP should write an article about or whinged incessantly about how a contributor is horribly biased. And I want those people to fuck off and let RoP get back to being the only place on the internet where football fans are actually civil to each other. Even if that does make me into a huge internet snob.
4. And now I need to get back to editing twenty badly written pages about microRNAs in Alzheimers before midnight. My life, let me show it to you.