It's Sunday afternoon and I'm watching the kids while Annie's out with a friend from South Africa. It's been a quiet weekend, save for Silvi screaming in the background as she is apt to do prior to all naps. She's got a cold and is trying to fend off another fever. How Ian sleeps through her cries I have no idea.
In a few hours Annie and I are going on a date to watch a soccer game at the Metrodome with one Mr. David Beckham. Although I'm not a huge fan, I am a fan nonetheless, and the days when I get to watch a proper soccer match are few and far, far between.
I'll let you know if he lives up to the hype...
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When it comes to soccer, I feel a bit like Brian Reagan, "Go my favorite sports team, go. Beat the opponent soundly...in the skirmish."
Enjoy your date! I know over here, grown-up time is a hot commodity.
Can't stand the game - trauma of school sports and humiliation in the playground and that sort of thing
A date? What's dis?
Carole: All you have to remember about American soccer is - there is no American soccer...
Laurie: As it is here, and we had a blast.
Kim: I'm starting to get into the game of boules (Petanque in France); maybe we'll have a shot at a game one day.
Tricia: Tell me about it.
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