He doesn't just steal bases...
Jacoby Ellsbury speaks Navajo semi-fluently.
I swear, I'm constantly finding something new to adore about him. If only he'd just take off that awful jersey.
In other sports-related news, my Spanish teacher (yes, I decided to take even more Spanish this summer. This language will haunt me forever) decided we needed to watch each goal of David Villa's hattrick in class (glorious celebrations and all). The affection between the players did not go unnoticed by my baseball cap-toting classmates:
Guy 1: "Wow..."
El Profesor: *laugh*
Guy 2: "Is it like a rule they have to hug after scoring a goal?"
Me: "Yes!"
El Profesor: *thoughtful look* "...yes."
There you have it.
Today, I had every intention of weening myself off Rockstar by cutting down to one a day. *glares at empty can* Definitely not going to make it. Tuesday, as we were leaving the store, Jenn decided I should drive us home. I was really tired (we both were), so I opened a can of Rockstar in hopes of, you know, keeping us alive. Jenn just sort of stares at me and says, "It's really interesting to watch you drink that stuff. It's like seeing Popeye open a can of spinach."
Hehehehe. It's so true, it's almost sad.
Also? "Supernatural" fandom wanks about silly things in the summer (and every other time of the year, for that matter). I love you, SPN fans, even if we're all a bit crazy. :D
I swear, I'm constantly finding something new to adore about him. If only he'd just take off that awful jersey.
In other sports-related news, my Spanish teacher (yes, I decided to take even more Spanish this summer. This language will haunt me forever) decided we needed to watch each goal of David Villa's hattrick in class (glorious celebrations and all). The affection between the players did not go unnoticed by my baseball cap-toting classmates:
Guy 1: "Wow..."
El Profesor: *laugh*
Guy 2: "Is it like a rule they have to hug after scoring a goal?"
Me: "Yes!"
El Profesor: *thoughtful look* "...yes."
There you have it.
Today, I had every intention of weening myself off Rockstar by cutting down to one a day. *glares at empty can* Definitely not going to make it. Tuesday, as we were leaving the store, Jenn decided I should drive us home. I was really tired (we both were), so I opened a can of Rockstar in hopes of, you know, keeping us alive. Jenn just sort of stares at me and says, "It's really interesting to watch you drink that stuff. It's like seeing Popeye open a can of spinach."
Hehehehe. It's so true, it's almost sad.
Also? "Supernatural" fandom wanks about silly things in the summer (and every other time of the year, for that matter). I love you, SPN fans, even if we're all a bit crazy. :D