My upstairs neighbors, Wilson and Arthur, and I went to a place called "Kickin' It" to watch the football last night. We paid our 5,000/= entry fee, good for beverages, grabbed chairs and sat looking at one of the four televisions (also one large screen) showing the match between Manchester and Wigan. Some wonderful things about football: no time outs. A 45-minute half is a 45-minute half. Additionally, no commercials!
Furthermore, the objective and scoring is rather simple even if you don't know anything about it: get ball in net, score one point. Wilson would occasionally lean over to me and explain some fine point, which I could never hear or understand over the crowd, but I would just nod and say, "Ah."
As mentioned earlier, Chelsea needed to score more goals than Manchester to win the Premier League title. Alas, Chelsea played to a 1-1 draw (against Bolton, unlike what I previously reported) while Manchester beat Wigan 2-0. Manchester fans went crazy, jumping on chairs and singing, "Wee-oo, wee-oo wee-oo wee-oo." I can't say I was devastated by the loss. I'm not invested enough. But I'm mighty glad I went for the experience of it all.
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Laura ~ is this really you? On a blessed adventure in Africa? If you are the Laura Toepfer (and how many could there be!) that grew up in the East Bay and had a childhood chum named Denise (Hi!) contact me : ) I have missed you for nearly 30 years now...you were a very good friend. Hugs! Denise
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