So, we DVRed the UEFA Champions League final yesterday and watched the match after work.
And what a match it was. The Arsenal keeper got a red card for fouling the poetically talented Samuel Eto'o in the first 20 minutes of the game, forcing Josh's Gunners to send a man off of the field. Granted, I'm sure he thought he was making an appropriate sacrifice to prevent a goal, but I thought it stupid. You're down a man! Against Barcelona, who play such a relentless game! Split-second decision to pull Eto'o down and you're screwed. Watching it was exhausting, frankly.
Also relentless were the emotional tug-your-heartstrings FIFA ads. Oh man.
The important question is: Red Bull New York, when are you going to let us buy tickets to see these Barça guys in action? (Answer from the nice lady on the phone just now: June 19. Huzzah!)
Meanwhile, an adorable Nike ad. Joga Bonita indeed.
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- Roger, you're killing me over here.
- Slogan spied on a girl's t-shirt on the N train th...
- Tearful reunion.
- Another one bites the dust.
- Let us have a foot race to the swing sets!
- It definitely doesn't speak in Joe Pesci's voice.
- Sock-a Bonita.
- Why, I haven't seen you since the diworce.
- I think I'm in Taradise.
- Força Barça!
- Now for a P.S.A.
- Dodging the bullet of verbing a noun.
- How to catch lightning and smoke.
- Into the heart of the Death Star.
- Pride, power, pinstripes, pooch-screwing.
- Agh!
- The human body is not a pretty sight and must be b...
- Knife, fork, bottle and cork.
- I'd like mine still beating, please.
- Good on you.
- Pretty awkward, really.
- Do you hear the people sing?
- There's foxglove for you... and bergamot.
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3 comments:
you forgot to mention how dreamy the back-up arsenal keeper was.
oh almunia, sweet manuel. i was rooting for you pretty much the whole game. i'm sorry you couldn't keep it together. maybe the ref WAS playing favorites?
He was! We wuz robbed I tells ya.
The only reason those Nancy-pants Barcelona-ers won was because we left. I admit they actually won hours before hand, but they knew we'd be watching.
In all, it was a great game and I got to eat two different kinds of Indian food 'cause I confused Sheena's curry for something else. Something entirely different.
There's nothing like passing around the curries. Everyone wins, y'see.
If there's one thing that Barça is not, it's nancy-pantsers.
I dare you to call Carles Puyol a Nancy-pants.
And Samuel Eto'o. Now there's a striker.
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