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I think this whole World Cup thing is just a ruse to keep former soccer players employed.

"Now we'd like to welcome former US Men's National Team Member <Insert Name Here> to the air to talk about the Men's National Team..."

 
I think this whole World Cup thing is just a ruse to keep former soccer players employed.

"Now we'd like to welcome former US Men's National Team Member <Insert Name Here> to the air to talk about the Men's National Team..."
Was going to start hating on Twellman and then I saw that he's one of us. Then I saw the Moochie thing and giggled.

 
so the girl usually walks to work every morning, but was tired today and she's on my way to work, so I picked her up (w/ a latte from Starbucks) and dropped her off to save her some time.

i just went out to lunch with a friend and she happened to go to the same place with one of her coworkers.

i'm picking her up from work at 3:30 today for a "doctor's appointment" that happens to be at the local soccer bar, where her friends will be holding down a table for us.

fun day with lots of little bits of unexpected fun extra time with her :thumbup:
Finally had a decent day so I took the boys to the batting cages and mini golf. I haven't taken a swing at a baseball in a long, long, time. I also paid $600 to buy a 5% stake in a guy playing in the WSOP.
Lemme know if you want to sell a percent or two....
I'll let you know but I offered a cut to The Syndicate so I'll probably only end up with 1-2% myself.

 
Got a nice one on afroman, too.

"I was gonna score a goal

'Til you rubbed my thighs.

I was gonna beat Tim Howrd, too

Then you rubbed my thighs.

Now I'm jackin' off and I know why.

'Cause you rubbed my thighs

You rubbed my thighs

You rubbed my thighs."

 
Eating oysters castevetrano olives and steamers with sausage and old bay fries overlooking the Sf bay. Drinking cava!!

Only negative? They put ####### kale in my steamers!!

 
Eating oysters castevetrano olives and steamers with sausage and old bay fries overlooking the Sf bay. Drinking cava!!

Only negative? They put ####### kale in my steamers!!
Keep walking, commie.
Eating oysters castevetrano olives and steamers with sausage and old bay fries overlooking the Sf bay. Drinking cava!!

Only negative? They put ####### kale in my steamers!!
Watermelon salsa ftw.
:finger:

 
I don't actually like baseball. I played organized ball for 9 years and wouldn't admit to it for another three decades, but it's boring. You know what isn't boring? Yeah, futbol.

Oddly, though, my favorite daily ritual in summer is following the Detroit Tigers. I'll never watch a game start to finish, it's white noose in the background. Yet I can't go more than 20-30 minutes without checking game cast, every day.

 
I don't actually like baseball. I played organized ball for 9 years and wouldn't admit to it for another three decades, but it's boring. You know what isn't boring? Yeah, futbol.

Oddly, though, my favorite daily ritual in summer is following the Detroit Tigers. I'll never watch a game start to finish, it's white noose in the background. Yet I can't go more than 20-30 minutes without checking game cast, every day.
Sounds pretty weird.
 
I don't actually like baseball. I played organized ball for 9 years and wouldn't admit to it for another three decades, but it's boring. You know what isn't boring? Yeah, futbol.

Oddly, though, my favorite daily ritual in summer is following the Detroit Tigers. I'll never watch a game start to finish, it's white noose in the background. Yet I can't go more than 20-30 minutes without checking game cast, every day.
Sounds pretty weird.
Your face is weird.

 
Just as regulation stoppage time of US-Bel begins my 5 y.o. starts yelling for a snack. 15 y.o. yells back "Have you lost your mind? Go back to chanting U!S!A!"

 
Re: soccer (and very happy you enjoyed the wc, BL)..... I just don't get trolls. Seems like so much energy to waste where the hoped for outcome is to be a ####.

 
Re: soccer (and very happy you enjoyed the wc, BL)..... I just don't get trolls. Seems like so much energy to waste where the hoped for outcome is to be a ####.
I always assume not enough hugs growing up or miserable life today. Don't give a #### either way. Lunch this month? Or beers at Southwest Porch (WC games + outdoor big screen)?

 
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Re: soccer (and very happy you enjoyed the wc, BL)..... I just don't get trolls. Seems like so much energy to waste where the hoped for outcome is to be a ####.
I'm not assuming not enough hugs growing up or miserable life today. Don't give a #### either way.

Lunch this month? Or beers at Southwest Porch (WC games + outdoor big screen)?
Definitely up for any of that.

I actually forgot that the World Cup didn't just end... No joke.

 
Re: soccer (and very happy you enjoyed the wc, BL)..... I just don't get trolls. Seems like so much energy to waste where the hoped for outcome is to be a ####.
I'm not assuming not enough hugs growing up or miserable life today. Don't give a #### either way. Lunch this month? Or beers at Southwest Porch (WC games + outdoor big screen)?
Definitely up for any of that.I actually forgot that the World Cup didn't just end... No joke.
:lol:

Will text you. Brasil/Columbia is the late match Friday.

 
Another weirdo shows up at my door yesterday.

Some 20something (maybe) guy wearing a white bandana with his beatup white hatchback parked in my driveway rings the doorbell during the second half of the game. By the time I open the door he is seemingly walking back to the car but his backpack is on the ground by my door.

He sees me and asks me if I was the dad of the house. I give him a weird look. He says he's sitting down with families in the neighborhood to talk about educational stuff and he was just talking to Jeff and Blah blah blah. I say I don't have any kids. He thinks I'm lying and asks me about the high school student sticker on my glass door (I'm renting a house and this was already there). I just tell him it was already there. Then he asks my name and if me or my wife cooks. He gets out some cookbook and asks me to guess how many eggplant recipes there are in it (27 apparently). I say look I'm not interested and need to go watch the game. He's all like "oh what game" to which I reply team USA. He says he forgot what day it was. Then he asks if I can help him with his map and about neighbors. I say I don't know my neighbors and he gives some weird look and asks even that guy (pointing next door) and I'm like nope I'm new here.

I wish I just punched him in the chest instead of talking at all.

Is he going to rob or kill me? I need a gun.

 
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Another weirdo shows up at my door yesterday.

Some 20something (maybe) guy wearing a white bandana with his beatup white hatchback parked in my driveway rings the doorbell during the second half of the game. By the time I open the door he is seemingly walking back to the car but his backpack is on the ground by my door.

He sees me and asks me if I was the dad of the house. I give him a weird look. He says he's sitting down with families in the neighborhood to talk about educational stuff and he was just talking to Jeff and Blah blah blah. I say I don't have any kids. He thinks I'm lying and asks me about the high school student sticker on my glass door (I'm renting a house and this was already there). I just tell him it was already there. Then he asks my name and if me or my wife cooks. He gets out some cookbook and asks me to guess how many eggplant recipes there are in it (27 apparently). I say look I'm not interested and need to go watch the game. He's all like "oh what game" to which I reply team USA. He says he forgot what day it was. Then he asks if I can help him with his map and about neighbors. I say I don't know my neighbors and he gives some weird look and asks even that guy (pointing next door) and I'm like nope I'm new here.

I wish I just punched him in the chest instead of talking at all.

Is he going to rob or kill me? I need a gun.
Florida?

 
Another weirdo shows up at my door yesterday.

Some 20something (maybe) guy wearing a white bandana with his beatup white hatchback parked in my driveway rings the doorbell during the second half of the game. By the time I open the door he is seemingly walking back to the car but his backpack is on the ground by my door.

He sees me and asks me if I was the dad of the house. I give him a weird look. He says he's sitting down with families in the neighborhood to talk about educational stuff and he was just talking to Jeff and Blah blah blah. I say I don't have any kids. He thinks I'm lying and asks me about the high school student sticker on my glass door (I'm renting a house and this was already there). I just tell him it was already there. Then he asks my name and if me or my wife cooks. He gets out some cookbook and asks me to guess how many eggplant recipes there are in it (27 apparently). I say look I'm not interested and need to go watch the game. He's all like "oh what game" to which I reply team USA. He says he forgot what day it was. Then he asks if I can help him with his map and about neighbors. I say I don't know my neighbors and he gives some weird look and asks even that guy (pointing next door) and I'm like nope I'm new here.

I wish I just punched him in the chest instead of talking at all.

Is he going to rob or kill me? I need a gun.
Florida?
Yeah, if it's Florida you'll wake up with one kidney.

 
Another weirdo shows up at my door yesterday.

Some 20something (maybe) guy wearing a white bandana with his beatup white hatchback parked in my driveway rings the doorbell during the second half of the game. By the time I open the door he is seemingly walking back to the car but his backpack is on the ground by my door.

He sees me and asks me if I was the dad of the house. I give him a weird look. He says he's sitting down with families in the neighborhood to talk about educational stuff and he was just talking to Jeff and Blah blah blah. I say I don't have any kids. He thinks I'm lying and asks me about the high school student sticker on my glass door (I'm renting a house and this was already there). I just tell him it was already there. Then he asks my name and if me or my wife cooks. He gets out some cookbook and asks me to guess how many eggplant recipes there are in it (27 apparently). I say look I'm not interested and need to go watch the game. He's all like "oh what game" to which I reply team USA. He says he forgot what day it was. Then he asks if I can help him with his map and about neighbors. I say I don't know my neighbors and he gives some weird look and asks even that guy (pointing next door) and I'm like nope I'm new here.

I wish I just punched him in the chest instead of talking at all.

Is he going to rob or kill me? I need a gun.
Florida?
Yeah, if it's Florida you'll wake up with one kidney.
Outside of Philly.

 
Another weirdo shows up at my door yesterday.

Some 20something (maybe) guy wearing a white bandana with his beatup white hatchback parked in my driveway rings the doorbell during the second half of the game. By the time I open the door he is seemingly walking back to the car but his backpack is on the ground by my door.

He sees me and asks me if I was the dad of the house. I give him a weird look. He says he's sitting down with families in the neighborhood to talk about educational stuff and he was just talking to Jeff and Blah blah blah. I say I don't have any kids. He thinks I'm lying and asks me about the high school student sticker on my glass door (I'm renting a house and this was already there). I just tell him it was already there. Then he asks my name and if me or my wife cooks. He gets out some cookbook and asks me to guess how many eggplant recipes there are in it (27 apparently). I say look I'm not interested and need to go watch the game. He's all like "oh what game" to which I reply team USA. He says he forgot what day it was. Then he asks if I can help him with his map and about neighbors. I say I don't know my neighbors and he gives some weird look and asks even that guy (pointing next door) and I'm like nope I'm new here.

I wish I just punched him in the chest instead of talking at all.

Is he going to rob or kill me? I need a gun.
Florida?
Yeah, if it's Florida you'll wake up with one kidney.
Outside of Philly.
Same thing

 
Another weirdo shows up at my door yesterday.

Some 20something (maybe) guy wearing a white bandana with his beatup white hatchback parked in my driveway rings the doorbell during the second half of the game. By the time I open the door he is seemingly walking back to the car but his backpack is on the ground by my door.

He sees me and asks me if I was the dad of the house. I give him a weird look. He says he's sitting down with families in the neighborhood to talk about educational stuff and he was just talking to Jeff and Blah blah blah. I say I don't have any kids. He thinks I'm lying and asks me about the high school student sticker on my glass door (I'm renting a house and this was already there). I just tell him it was already there. Then he asks my name and if me or my wife cooks. He gets out some cookbook and asks me to guess how many eggplant recipes there are in it (27 apparently). I say look I'm not interested and need to go watch the game. He's all like "oh what game" to which I reply team USA. He says he forgot what day it was. Then he asks if I can help him with his map and about neighbors. I say I don't know my neighbors and he gives some weird look and asks even that guy (pointing next door) and I'm like nope I'm new here.

I wish I just punched him in the chest instead of talking at all.

Is he going to rob or kill me? I need a gun.
Florida?
Yeah, if it's Florida you'll wake up with one kidney.
Outside of Philly.
Technically, that includes everything in the universe except Philly.

 
Another weirdo shows up at my door yesterday.

Some 20something (maybe) guy wearing a white bandana with his beatup white hatchback parked in my driveway rings the doorbell during the second half of the game. By the time I open the door he is seemingly walking back to the car but his backpack is on the ground by my door.

He sees me and asks me if I was the dad of the house. I give him a weird look. He says he's sitting down with families in the neighborhood to talk about educational stuff and he was just talking to Jeff and Blah blah blah. I say I don't have any kids. He thinks I'm lying and asks me about the high school student sticker on my glass door (I'm renting a house and this was already there). I just tell him it was already there. Then he asks my name and if me or my wife cooks. He gets out some cookbook and asks me to guess how many eggplant recipes there are in it (27 apparently). I say look I'm not interested and need to go watch the game. He's all like "oh what game" to which I reply team USA. He says he forgot what day it was. Then he asks if I can help him with his map and about neighbors. I say I don't know my neighbors and he gives some weird look and asks even that guy (pointing next door) and I'm like nope I'm new here.

I wish I just punched him in the chest instead of talking at all.

Is he going to rob or kill me? I need a gun.
Florida?
Yeah, if it's Florida you'll wake up with one kidney.
Outside of Philly.
Technically, that includes everything in the universe except Philly.
As long as everybody knows I'm not one of those people actually IN Philly, that's all that matters (as I sit on my train into the city).

 

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