grrrrrrr! soccer (run away, i'm venting here)
Why oh why did i let myself get so involved in the world cup? i knew it wasn't going to end well, i mean yeah we've been in our best form ever, but come on guys, we were never going to win the whole thing. (sorry jon to ruin that fantasy for ya).
but despite this, i went and got into it and cared (and even pulled an all nighter to watch that croatia game, and we all know how i love my sleep), and now we're out and i'm all cranky and mad and my brain won't stop yelling "bullshit! how the hell was that a penalty, it was nothing!" (or maybe thats just my dad in the background). and for the love of god, there were three seconds left before extra time, ref, did you need to get home early to watch something on tv? i don' think i've ever used the word 'dumbass' so often in one night (or the rest of my life combined). and seriously, the stupid male-pride thing that convinces 'professionals' that its a good idea to yell at the nice man with the pretty coloured pieces of paper that will get you kicked out of the game if you don't shut up and walk away coz it's not like yelling at the ref is gonna solve anything!... sorry i'm done. dumbasses! okay now i'm done.
and i'm really glad i didn't go into fed square with my brother like i was considering, because aparently the patiotic thing to do in this situation is to riot and trash the place. good work guys, that'll make it *all* better, don't worry bout the poor people who'll have to deal with the messs in the morning. i swear, males should not be allowed to gather and watch sport.
and now i'm too angry to sleep, and tomorrow is just going to be one giant sob story about how we were robbed, which yes, bad decission, but we'd had been completely dominating the game, we had an extra man and we never even had one promising shot at goal.
well at least now the whole drama can be put to bed for about 4 years. good riddance!
(i really hope no one ctually botered to read that!)
but despite this, i went and got into it and cared (and even pulled an all nighter to watch that croatia game, and we all know how i love my sleep), and now we're out and i'm all cranky and mad and my brain won't stop yelling "bullshit! how the hell was that a penalty, it was nothing!" (or maybe thats just my dad in the background). and for the love of god, there were three seconds left before extra time, ref, did you need to get home early to watch something on tv? i don' think i've ever used the word 'dumbass' so often in one night (or the rest of my life combined). and seriously, the stupid male-pride thing that convinces 'professionals' that its a good idea to yell at the nice man with the pretty coloured pieces of paper that will get you kicked out of the game if you don't shut up and walk away coz it's not like yelling at the ref is gonna solve anything!... sorry i'm done. dumbasses! okay now i'm done.
and i'm really glad i didn't go into fed square with my brother like i was considering, because aparently the patiotic thing to do in this situation is to riot and trash the place. good work guys, that'll make it *all* better, don't worry bout the poor people who'll have to deal with the messs in the morning. i swear, males should not be allowed to gather and watch sport.
and now i'm too angry to sleep, and tomorrow is just going to be one giant sob story about how we were robbed, which yes, bad decission, but we'd had been completely dominating the game, we had an extra man and we never even had one promising shot at goal.
well at least now the whole drama can be put to bed for about 4 years. good riddance!
(i really hope no one ctually botered to read that!)