Fuck my life.

Great, now we get to focus on the league!

*bang*

Did you guys heard about Roy Keane?

What the hell happened there?! You can't just up and leave in the middle of the season, and expecially not via SMS!

I just found out that the Revs got knocked out of the MLS Playoffs. I am rather upset about this. Liverpool is out of the Carling Cup as well. This is also rather upsetting.

Football this season has been... non-existant. I tried to list all the squad members on the Liverpool team, and I barely got eleven (and I'm not sure all of them actually play for Liverpool anymore). I'm experiencing one of those slump seasons. I'm sure a large part has to do with a limited access to football here at uni, but it's upsetting all the same that I haven't been following.

Oh well. There's still time to jump into the Premiership, even if it's too late for MLS.

Yea. We won.

It's pretty sweet.

It's painful to even watch this final. And they keep showing clips of Drogba scoring against Liverpool and I'm going to seriously fucking cry.

EDIT: Oh come on! Fecking score would you?! This game is now in overtime and someone is going to lose an eye before it's out. I call shenanigans.

EDIT 2: Wow, John. Just, wow. ... I mean. Wow. I was absolutely speachless after that. It doesn't matter which team you were supporting, you had to have just looked at that and felt your jaw drop. Of course, those of us supporting Man U will have felt a great feeling of elation swell our chests, but just the sheer audacity of missing that. Van Der Saar didn't even dive the right way.

I admit to a small thrill when Ronaldo scored, and a feeling of cosmic justice when Drogba was sent off, but wow. That was a fast-paced, nail-biting final. And it kills to admit it, but way more entertaining to a more or less neutral party than last year's was. I think the two teams were pretty evenly matched, though it was the fuck-up of the century to take Joe Cole off.

Not a bad way to spend an afternoon, though. What a final.

Really old, and I saw this when it was put up, like, over a year ago, BUT EVERYONE HAS SEEN THIS, RIGHT?!

Click on Sheva's picture! DO IT!

Gonna go out and say it:

I'd be tickled to death if Havant and Waterlooville get through to the next round of the FA Cup.

That's right.

Tickled-to-fucking-death, you hear?

So I'm just chillin' out right now, drinkin' my tea.

Had a soccer game tonight, which we won, but lost. Like, we should have won it, but the refs were terrible and discounted on of our goals. Because they were WRONG. But whatever. We held it to penalty kicks and lost it there. I'm not too upset, because we're still going to state. And we won. Nah nah.

Speaking of soccer, I'm upset because I'm not playing. Like, first I have this ineligability problem, and then I get back and I get no play. And, hey. I'm not under any illusions. I know I'm not the best player. And with all the really good players on the team, I'm not even bitter that I don't play every single game. What upsets me is when coach starts subbing people in, and she puts a freshman in before me. A freshman I know I'm better than. I'm the senior. Whatever. I don't care anymore. I can't. I'll make myself sick caring.

Other than that, nothing much going on with me. I have an AP Government class this semester and I really like my teacher. He's pretty badass. No more math. I tried to put in my FAFSA today, and my CSS Profile, but my parents haven't filed their income tax return for 2007 yet, so I can't. Phillip is sick. Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and mom was in bed with me. She couldn't sleep because Phillip was coughing too much.

She stole my pillow. The whore.

I'm just kind of winding it down to college, you know? I've got high school taken care of, I don't have to worry about it anymore. Soccer is almost done. I've got tea, the BBC, and Colby in my future. And Europe. But I count that with tea and the BBC.

Few things.

Alex is confronted by robbers. I'd love to have been a fly on the wall for that one.

Liverpool is in the round of sixteen!

We are undefeated. School team, undefeated for all games we have played so far. Actually our first draw was today, in a very dirty game in which the refs did not make a single Goddamn call. Those bitches kicked our goalie three fucking times, and not a single fucking one of them got a card. I was fucking pissed. It was dirty and it was nasty. Anyway, they were our third and last game of the day, we're at the Yuma Catholic Tourny. Currently we're tied for first with Yuma Catholic, who were the ones we tied with. Everyone else we shut out and walked all over.

And I almost scored! I was right there, in the goal, putting the corner kick in, and they toed it away and that fucking bitch TB got it instead. Fucking whore, stealing my Goddamn glory. I was pissed. But I told her she did good. What was I gonna do?

Oh God yes.

You played shite tonight.

You were all over the place. You had no coherency. You played like a League One side.

But you all had heart. You all gave everything you had. Even when you didn't link up on the field, you did your damndest to get those three points. Somehow, you pulled it together.

Except for one of you.

Steven Gerrard, for shame.

For shame.

Your preformance tonight was mediocre. You were a non-person the whole game. Steve Finnan created more goal scoring opportunities. And you wing a shot out of the park and take a penalty kick, and you're back in the good books? Taking the set pieces and running around like a robot does not count. It will get you a paycheque, but that's not why you're here.

You are the captain. You are supposed to be the inspiration. You wear the arm-band because you are The Player. The player that goes above and beyond. You play for glory. You play for the love of the game. You play for Liverpool.

I did not see that tonight.

In fact, we haven't seen it for a long time.

Get your act sorted out, Steven Gerrard.

Or get the fuck out.

So Mr. Briguglio, the athletic director, pulled me aside at the guy's game tonight.

"How are you gonna tutor me in Calculus if you've got an 'F' in it?"

I smiled my winning smile and said to him:

"I dunno! You'll have to go to tutoring with me, man!"

"So you had an 'A+' in Advanced Algebra and you went into Calc?"

"I understood it so it was too easy, you know."

"So what are you doing about this?"

"I'm going to tutoring, I'm going after school. It's these tests that I failed and they're draggin' me down."

"Well, you transferred in halfway through, right?"

"Yea."

The conversation from there basically went along the lines of: Due to the extenuating circumstances surrounding your ineligability, I'm willing to work with you.

Fuck yea!

For all those who aren't sure:

Yes, Steve McClaren deserved to be sacked and flogged in Picadilly Circus.

Naked.

With a fifteen inch dildo.

Croatia End Woeful England's Euro 2008 Dream

It's even painful to read.

As glad as I am that Germany is my Euro team, my heart breaks for the English fans and my Liverpool boys. Poor, poor, children.

And David. Damnit, Ferguson. He had the fucking world. And then you tossed him out.

Are you fucking KIDDNG ME?!

Are you fucking SERIOUS?!

How the fuck do you pick LANDON-BLOODY-FUCKING-IDIOT-DONOVAN over Taylor Twellman?

Do I really need to fucking remind you who in in contention for top scorer in MLS this season? And do I really need to remind you who's NOT?!

How do you pick that washed-up, sorry fuck who has been second-rate and whose team isn't even going to make the play-offs, over the guy who scores the most for a team at the top of their table?! HOW?! EXPLAIN IT TO ME, GOD. EXPLAIN IT TO ME!!!

I respect you a lot, Bob Bradley, but this. This is mind boggling.

OK.

I just got in a bitch fight with a guy upstairs.

Over Arsenal.

What. The fuck.

Seriously, he walks in with this Arsenal polo on, so I'm all, "Boo! Hiss!" and then I smile, as if to say, "Just kidding! Lol!" *thumbs up*

He's all, "What are you talking about?! Arsenal rules!"

I'm all, "But they're not as good as Liverpool!" (lolololololol)

And he's all, *bitches*

Seriously, he got pissed. I was all, I'm kidding. And he started laying into Stevie, Carra, Crouchy, Rafa, all of them.

...

Excuse me?

Did you just insult my babies?

It's on, bitch.

Damn it to hell, where the FUCK was our offense?! Huh?! What the hell happened up there? And I'm not even going into leaving Messi all alone on the side. Why the hell wasn't anyone there covering him?!

Just disgraceful.

Finally play a team we can prove all the doubters wrong with, and we fall apart.

Nice.

No. I'm sorry. You're wrong.

The list.

I contest several of the winners of this list. Like Kaka (overrated), Jose making middle of his list and not dead last, and Inzaghi? He did shit! Come on, people.