cl: beşiktaş v manchester united (0-1)
look at that beaming ‘lil saintly ginger. he just scored the winning header (!) and silenced some decibel-shattering ornery turks in a mid-week champions league fixture. our first of the season. i was at work, writing about other things, as this match was being played and the iraqi stream i was trying to watch/listen to it on kept going down. it seemed to be a conspiracy. against me. this vast international conspiracy that kept me from watching the game was a result of a shadowy cabal including, but not limited to, east asian diplomats, television executives in bristol, ct, iraqi ip addresses, scandinavian generals, and the french. why the french? i haven’t figured that out yet but i know they are a part of it. somehow. plus, their president’s wife is way too hot for his happiness-peddling ass. and that makes me mad. but i degrees, the real matter at hand is that now i am trying to write about a game i only saw approximately 7.39384 minutes of. as such, i may as well stop here before my conspiracy theory snowballs out of control and the next thing i know i’ve been drugged, hooded, shackled, placed in a black helicopter, and renditioned to a cia torture facility in uzbekistan. i mean, if that occurred, i would not be able to watch the big derby game v city early on sunday. and no matter what, i will be at the pub for that one.
scholes sighting: winner in the 75th. bow to him.
