Displaced freckles, cassanate and fear of the unknown.
Seeing Fernando Torres in blue still seems like I put on someone's coke bottle glasses and I'm trying to get my bearings. It's not even the Chelsea thing. My brain is struggling to compute the combination of Fernando Torres' body w/ blue accents. I'm having some sort of synesthetic meltdown.
On the topic of the vilified, I'm struggling to understand why everyone is so upset with Mario Balotelli. He failed a backheel attempt at goal in a pre-season friendly w/ the Galaxy. Who cares? It was funny... not scandalous or shocking. If you disagree, read this article by the fantastic Rory Smith. If you still disagree, you should think about watching something other than 'the beautiful game'. Sports are entertainment, after all.
Derek Taylor said that the problem lies w/ the lack of accumulated goodwill in Mario's corner. This explain the vitriol, but my frustration still remains with thousands of people who don't know the first thing about this kid just immediately hating him b/c they feel they're supposed to. May be my incessant maternal instinct, but I'm rooting for him. I want him to sink all the haters. Also frustrating is the same people that hate on someone so young, who also faces enormous racial pressure in his home country, but somehow have forgotten the absurdity displayed on a regular basis by Cassano. Pot meet kettle.
Showboating is a part of sports. Failed showboating is hilarious and potentially frustrating (depending on the situation). Successful showboating is the cream on top. Maybe you didn't need to try a spin-o-rama on that goal, Gerbs... but boy did we shit our pants after it went in.
Oh, Nathan Gerbe. My little honey badger. Look at this baby-faced wolverine. I just want to tuck him in at night and brush his hair off his forehead. He's the pint-sized bringer of pain. Happy belated birthday.
Sunday was also Daniele's birthday. I'm very excited for the season to start-- b/c I miss my boys and b/c I want the god forsaken transfer season to end. I'm also afraid for the season to start. A lot of changes, much of it promising and exciting. But a very different Roma, indeed. I'm nervous to see if, capitano aside, our spirit remains intact. Just a strange, insecure feeling I have. Eh, la Roma non si discute... si ama.
It's odd the crazy love I have for my teams and the players on them. I'm so unafraid to fall head over heels for them, despite the constant heartache given. Philou leaving Roma is the definition of agony-- particularly as he voluntarily joined a rival side in the same league. I've experienced many of these moments before in many sports, yet I still dive in head-first. I do the exact opposite with people. As much as Philou wearing a Milan jersey hurts, you real life fuckers hurt me way more. Trust and abandonment issues, yet again vindicated. Back to my sports, thank you very much.
Hitting the V-Spot,
Lis
On the topic of the vilified, I'm struggling to understand why everyone is so upset with Mario Balotelli. He failed a backheel attempt at goal in a pre-season friendly w/ the Galaxy. Who cares? It was funny... not scandalous or shocking. If you disagree, read this article by the fantastic Rory Smith. If you still disagree, you should think about watching something other than 'the beautiful game'. Sports are entertainment, after all.
Derek Taylor said that the problem lies w/ the lack of accumulated goodwill in Mario's corner. This explain the vitriol, but my frustration still remains with thousands of people who don't know the first thing about this kid just immediately hating him b/c they feel they're supposed to. May be my incessant maternal instinct, but I'm rooting for him. I want him to sink all the haters. Also frustrating is the same people that hate on someone so young, who also faces enormous racial pressure in his home country, but somehow have forgotten the absurdity displayed on a regular basis by Cassano. Pot meet kettle.
Showboating is a part of sports. Failed showboating is hilarious and potentially frustrating (depending on the situation). Successful showboating is the cream on top. Maybe you didn't need to try a spin-o-rama on that goal, Gerbs... but boy did we shit our pants after it went in.
Click to viewOh, Nathan Gerbe. My little honey badger. Look at this baby-faced wolverine. I just want to tuck him in at night and brush his hair off his forehead. He's the pint-sized bringer of pain. Happy belated birthday.
Sunday was also Daniele's birthday. I'm very excited for the season to start-- b/c I miss my boys and b/c I want the god forsaken transfer season to end. I'm also afraid for the season to start. A lot of changes, much of it promising and exciting. But a very different Roma, indeed. I'm nervous to see if, capitano aside, our spirit remains intact. Just a strange, insecure feeling I have. Eh, la Roma non si discute... si ama.
It's odd the crazy love I have for my teams and the players on them. I'm so unafraid to fall head over heels for them, despite the constant heartache given. Philou leaving Roma is the definition of agony-- particularly as he voluntarily joined a rival side in the same league. I've experienced many of these moments before in many sports, yet I still dive in head-first. I do the exact opposite with people. As much as Philou wearing a Milan jersey hurts, you real life fuckers hurt me way more. Trust and abandonment issues, yet again vindicated. Back to my sports, thank you very much.
Hitting the V-Spot,
Lis