So, my jet-set (though not yet the "old Chevrolet set") sister Hayley is in Sardinia to visit a friend. We don't have to explore the jealousy that comes with writing that statement.
Anyway, she left me a (very calm, under the circumstances, if you ask me) message on the cell phone.
Apparently, she saw Michael Ballack, Germany's captain and midfielder, coming out of a restaurant or a club or something.
Point is, my sister saw him. And she said he's super-tall and gorgeous and everything she thought he could be.
Sadly, she did not walk up to him and talk to him in German about being a big fan (which would have been adorable), nor did she attack him with a chloroform-soaked rag and stuff him into her suitcase to bring home as a souvenir for her loving oldest sister (which would have been optimal).
Pity, that.
