On a whim, I just bought a single ticket to four New England Revolution games just so I could see David Beckham, a man I claim to no longer like. I am indeed sick of him, but I liked him for so long that I want to see him play at least once in person.
Tomorrow I want to see if I can get a ticket to SuperLiga on Wednesday. Not Tuesday, Wednesday. ARRRGGGH *facepalm*
Friday, July 25, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
die Mannschaft und la Furia Roja
yeppers, it's Germany-Spain for the EURO 2008 championship. One guess as to whom I want to win!
I am happy for Spain that they managed to make it to the final of a tournament, but I do not in the least want them to win. Michael Ballack is the perennial tournament bridesmaid - Champions League finals with Bayer Leverkusen and Chelsea, runner-up in the 2002 World Cup - and he deserves a trophy. He will, however, be a groom sometime in the next two weeks when he marries his longtime girlfriend (and the mother of his three sons) Simone Lambe. And besides wanting him to finally win something, I like him ;)
I am happy for Spain that they managed to make it to the final of a tournament, but I do not in the least want them to win. Michael Ballack is the perennial tournament bridesmaid - Champions League finals with Bayer Leverkusen and Chelsea, runner-up in the 2002 World Cup - and he deserves a trophy. He will, however, be a groom sometime in the next two weeks when he marries his longtime girlfriend (and the mother of his three sons) Simone Lambe. And besides wanting him to finally win something, I like him ;)
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Micha, Micha, Micha
No, I haven't seen "The Brady Bunch" in ages, why do you ask?
In another example of "too lazy to watch a match," I refused to even attempt to see Chelsea-Manchester United this morning. I couldn't have made it to the Phoenix Landing even if I'd woken up in time, but I slept until halftime anyway.
I went to Lir in the afternoon to catch a rerun of the game on Setanta, and got there at about 40 minutes in the first half. There were two men watching the game and they asked me if I knew the score. I said no and that I didn't want to know. One of them told me anyway, saying after I mentioned that I was a Ballack fan that I'd want to stay and watch the game.
I thought he was pulling my leg because I was a girl, until I saw the first goal. Then I saw the ticker on Sky Sports News and realized that Herr Ballack scored a brace!
Of course Ballack scored his second goal late in the game so I had to wait for almost the entire second half, but it was totally worth it. I wish I had been awake to see the game live.
Today's incomprehensible soccer-related personage: Avram Grant aka the Toad.
In another example of "too lazy to watch a match," I refused to even attempt to see Chelsea-Manchester United this morning. I couldn't have made it to the Phoenix Landing even if I'd woken up in time, but I slept until halftime anyway.
I went to Lir in the afternoon to catch a rerun of the game on Setanta, and got there at about 40 minutes in the first half. There were two men watching the game and they asked me if I knew the score. I said no and that I didn't want to know. One of them told me anyway, saying after I mentioned that I was a Ballack fan that I'd want to stay and watch the game.
I thought he was pulling my leg because I was a girl, until I saw the first goal. Then I saw the ticker on Sky Sports News and realized that Herr Ballack scored a brace!
Of course Ballack scored his second goal late in the game so I had to wait for almost the entire second half, but it was totally worth it. I wish I had been awake to see the game live.
Today's incomprehensible soccer-related personage: Avram Grant aka the Toad.
Friday, April 18, 2008
My online namesake and inspiration
For some reason, I have been thinking about Rusty Greer a lot tonight.
He's the former Texas Ranger who I developed a crush on after seeing/hearing him beat the Red Sox in 1994. He was my favorite baseball player basically his entire career. He's the Rusty behind my screenname, website and blogs. For my high school senior project, I wrote an Elizabethan sonnet about his crashing into the wall in Cleveland and separating his left shoulder. (Which I somehow didn't think about when the sports medicine doctor pulled my left shoulder out of its socket and it didn't hurt.) He was evidently the inspiration for my body's penchant towards having the same injuries as my favorite athletes, who are often injured.
I remember when I learned that Greer was hitting third, a position generally reserved for the best hitter in the order. That was before the term "squee" existed.
When ESPN switched its coverage to Kenny Rogers' perfect game, I ran upstairs from the basement to tell my father, and I was of course not watching when Greer made his famous catch.
I saw him play in Boston, New York, Toronto and Arlington, met him three times, and almost fell into right field at SkyDome (it is NOT the Rogers Centre!!!) trying to take pictures of him. Looking back on it, I was a bit obsessed.
I have an autographed hat, an autographed jersey and at least three autographed baseball cards, and I don't wear the hat or the jersey; they're both in my closet at my parents' house.
I think there's a point to this post, and I think it explains my favorite types of athletes. I've never liked people who drive in tons of runs or score lots of goals. I'm also not a fan of anyone who's particularly demonstrative (Cristiano Ronaldo, this means YOU!) I like players who play hard and do well on defense. This is the reason I give for choosing Khalil Greene as my new favorite baseball player four years ago even though I barely pay attention to him. Well, that and the picture from ESPN the magazine that was so smokin' hot it made me whimper.
Well, I just saw fairly recent pictures of Greer, from August 2007, and he has not aged well, though I've heard redheads go white quickly. And I also found out that Greene got married after the 2006 season, and Padres fans were wondering how the ring managed not to break his finger. I haven't been able to find any more smokin' hot pictures of him.
It's time to start following baseball again. More on Red Sox Nation later.
He's the former Texas Ranger who I developed a crush on after seeing/hearing him beat the Red Sox in 1994. He was my favorite baseball player basically his entire career. He's the Rusty behind my screenname, website and blogs. For my high school senior project, I wrote an Elizabethan sonnet about his crashing into the wall in Cleveland and separating his left shoulder. (Which I somehow didn't think about when the sports medicine doctor pulled my left shoulder out of its socket and it didn't hurt.) He was evidently the inspiration for my body's penchant towards having the same injuries as my favorite athletes, who are often injured.
I remember when I learned that Greer was hitting third, a position generally reserved for the best hitter in the order. That was before the term "squee" existed.
When ESPN switched its coverage to Kenny Rogers' perfect game, I ran upstairs from the basement to tell my father, and I was of course not watching when Greer made his famous catch.
I saw him play in Boston, New York, Toronto and Arlington, met him three times, and almost fell into right field at SkyDome (it is NOT the Rogers Centre!!!) trying to take pictures of him. Looking back on it, I was a bit obsessed.
I have an autographed hat, an autographed jersey and at least three autographed baseball cards, and I don't wear the hat or the jersey; they're both in my closet at my parents' house.
I think there's a point to this post, and I think it explains my favorite types of athletes. I've never liked people who drive in tons of runs or score lots of goals. I'm also not a fan of anyone who's particularly demonstrative (Cristiano Ronaldo, this means YOU!) I like players who play hard and do well on defense. This is the reason I give for choosing Khalil Greene as my new favorite baseball player four years ago even though I barely pay attention to him. Well, that and the picture from ESPN the magazine that was so smokin' hot it made me whimper.
Well, I just saw fairly recent pictures of Greer, from August 2007, and he has not aged well, though I've heard redheads go white quickly. And I also found out that Greene got married after the 2006 season, and Padres fans were wondering how the ring managed not to break his finger. I haven't been able to find any more smokin' hot pictures of him.
It's time to start following baseball again. More on Red Sox Nation later.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Why I hate Memphis
I am DVRing the Final Four tonight (I now have DVR, obviously), and I wasn't going to do that except that I heard that a TV crew interviewed one Mr. David Padgett last week. Otherwise, I don't care except that I think I figured out why I hate Memphis.
My theory: as a UConn fan, I am theoretically opposed to anything UMass. And since John Calipari used to coach there, and now he's at Memphis, I hate him and everything associated with them.
My theory: as a UConn fan, I am theoretically opposed to anything UMass. And since John Calipari used to coach there, and now he's at Memphis, I hate him and everything associated with them.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Boring boring Final Four
I know, I haven't posted the last few days. I was indeed away for much of the time; it's not as if I've been mourning the end of anyone's basketball career.
Anyway, the idea of an all number-one-seed Final Four depresses and bores me. It's too perfect, and I don't like any of the teams left. In fact, I despise Carolina so much right now that I achieved the level of hatred necessary for me to join the Duke Basketball Report message board. I think the least offensive team for me right now is Kansas, but I don't understand why I don't like Memphis. Hopefully, Carolina will lose now that they're no longer playing in their home state.
Anyway, the idea of an all number-one-seed Final Four depresses and bores me. It's too perfect, and I don't like any of the teams left. In fact, I despise Carolina so much right now that I achieved the level of hatred necessary for me to join the Duke Basketball Report message board. I think the least offensive team for me right now is Kansas, but I don't understand why I don't like Memphis. Hopefully, Carolina will lose now that they're no longer playing in their home state.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
One out of four AGAIN!
Tonight, I was cheering for two teams and in two games I really didn't care who won because I disliked both teams. Texas-Stanford was totally a wash, and Texas won. I also don't care for Memphis or Michigan State, and Memphis proved their worth. I was thrilled that Davidson beat Wisconsin, but Villanova annoyed me by losing to Kansas.
So now Davidson probably has to face Goliath's daughter?!
So now Davidson probably has to face Goliath's daughter?!
David Padgett is pretty.
See above. I deleted my longer post on it, but needless to say, I've currently got a self-induced, totally fun, huge whopping crush on him. And whenever I've seen him, he's not played too well.
The first time I remember seeing him play was in 2006 on ESPN, when my mother and I both drooled over him. The last time I saw Louisville play before Thursday was the whiteout game at Freedom Hall when Rick Pitino wore a white suit for the first half and a black suit for the second half.
I don't put much stock in the ability of anyone to beat North Carolina, even though I'm evidently not the only person who's currently in love with Mr. Padgett. The press is obsessed with him.
But hey, the boy is hot. And tall. He's also 23, slightly out of my age range. I think my age limit should be 24. Since he's a fifth-year senior, having transferred from Kansas after his freshman year, here ends my ability to squeal over college basketball players.
Edited to add: by the "half your age plus seven" rule, he's still in my age range. And he's not exactly busy right now!
Friday, March 28, 2008
It's 4:30 in the morning.
If the Red Sox were playing another 6 am game today, I'd probably be awake for it.
One out of four IS bad!
It's the first night of the NCAA men's basketball Sweet 16 tonight, and only one of the four teams I was cheering for actually won. I wanted North Carolina and UCLA to lose, because after my UConn Huskies get kicked out, I always cheer against the number one seeds, and I wanted West Virginia to win, to bring pride to the Big East.
Unfortunately, North Carolina trounced Washington State in the East Region, UCLA beat Western Kentucky, and Xavier squeaked past West Virginia in overtime, both in the West Region.
Thankfully, one team I "liked" won tonight, and Louisville did represent the Big East well. (It's so weird to me to type that Louisville is representing the Big East. They're Conference USA and Metro Conference to me.) I was going to say that I was only cheering for Louisville because of their conference, but there are actually many reasons I can think of to cheer for Louisville against Tennessee:
1) As a UConn fan, I should hate both Tennessee basketball teams.
2) Bruce Pearl, with his painted chest and feeling up Erin Andrews, is creepy.
3) I could swear I have (safe-for-work) pictures of David Padgett on my old cell phone, but I'd have to charge it to go find them. He's pretty. More on this in another post.
Tomorrow (actually today), the matchups are 1-seed Memphis vs. 5-seed Michigan State and 3-seed Stanford vs. 2-seed Texas in the South Region, and 1-seed Kansas vs. 12-seed Villanova and 3-seed Wisconsin vs. 10-seed Davidson in the Midwest Region.
And to another tournament oddity that angers me: that some teams get to play within two hours' driving distance of their campuses. North Carolina should not be able to play the entire regional in their home state, and even the UConn women shouldn't be playing in Bridgeport. It seems that North Carolina plays in North Carolina every single cotton-picking year, no pun intended, and it's not fair! (And besides, Louisville are at a distinct disadvantage in their next game.)
Unfortunately, North Carolina trounced Washington State in the East Region, UCLA beat Western Kentucky, and Xavier squeaked past West Virginia in overtime, both in the West Region.
Thankfully, one team I "liked" won tonight, and Louisville did represent the Big East well. (It's so weird to me to type that Louisville is representing the Big East. They're Conference USA and Metro Conference to me.) I was going to say that I was only cheering for Louisville because of their conference, but there are actually many reasons I can think of to cheer for Louisville against Tennessee:
1) As a UConn fan, I should hate both Tennessee basketball teams.
2) Bruce Pearl, with his painted chest and feeling up Erin Andrews, is creepy.
3) I could swear I have (safe-for-work) pictures of David Padgett on my old cell phone, but I'd have to charge it to go find them. He's pretty. More on this in another post.
Tomorrow (actually today), the matchups are 1-seed Memphis vs. 5-seed Michigan State and 3-seed Stanford vs. 2-seed Texas in the South Region, and 1-seed Kansas vs. 12-seed Villanova and 3-seed Wisconsin vs. 10-seed Davidson in the Midwest Region.
And to another tournament oddity that angers me: that some teams get to play within two hours' driving distance of their campuses. North Carolina should not be able to play the entire regional in their home state, and even the UConn women shouldn't be playing in Bridgeport. It seems that North Carolina plays in North Carolina every single cotton-picking year, no pun intended, and it's not fair! (And besides, Louisville are at a distinct disadvantage in their next game.)
Opening Post
I've decided I need a sports blog. This one will also have comments available.
Obviously, the title of the blog asks the famous soccer question, from a Boston perspective.
These are a few of my favorite teams: UConn men's and women's basketball, Boston Red Sox, New England Revolution, Chelsea Football Club, Schalke 04 and Real Madrid in a lesser capacity, England, France and Germany men's national teams, the dearly departed Hartford Whalers...
My favorite athletes are Ray Allen, David Ortiz, Tim Wakefield, Michael Ballack, J.J. Redick, Paolo Maldini, Owen Hargreaves, Khalil Greene, and I can't think of anyone else I'd admit to liking at the moment.
I also like raindrops on roses, warm woolen mittens, crisp apple strudels, Toll House cookies, rubber ducks, music, and bubble wrap.
In case it is not obvious from this post, I have two X-chromosomes.
Obviously, the title of the blog asks the famous soccer question, from a Boston perspective.
These are a few of my favorite teams: UConn men's and women's basketball, Boston Red Sox, New England Revolution, Chelsea Football Club, Schalke 04 and Real Madrid in a lesser capacity, England, France and Germany men's national teams, the dearly departed Hartford Whalers...
My favorite athletes are Ray Allen, David Ortiz, Tim Wakefield, Michael Ballack, J.J. Redick, Paolo Maldini, Owen Hargreaves, Khalil Greene, and I can't think of anyone else I'd admit to liking at the moment.
I also like raindrops on roses, warm woolen mittens, crisp apple strudels, Toll House cookies, rubber ducks, music, and bubble wrap.
In case it is not obvious from this post, I have two X-chromosomes.
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