I was going to write a really long post about going to soccer games, but I could sense it turning into a rant. And I don’t feel like ranting today- it’s too nice out, even with the recent cold snap.
I’ll post some phone pics onto flikr and link them below. The reason there’s a woman’s back in the pic is because she was knitting during the game. I had started to complain about her which what was starting the rant. But I’ll stop . . Here are Caleb, Edgar, Kevin and myself. Jodi came to the game too, but she hates most pics of herself and told me to delete the one of her. . .
The knitting woman whose husband kept walking in front of people during corner kicks and didn’t understand why people were getting mad:
And the requisite big fat head self-portrait:
The woman in the background and her son, and her husband (who was behind me) even though they were watching the same game, thought every foul was nothing- or deserved a red card in Japan’s case, and that Donovan scored every goal. Donovan Donovan Donovan. According to them, he was the ‘keeper too. Oh well, at least the stadium was full.
