You know, I can relate with Stephen Ireland. I'm guessing his rationale for lying to the Irish national team and the press about his grandmothers passing to get out of national team duty was similar to mine this morning.
I got to the gym a few minutes late this morning, which made my workout carry over past the time I was supposed to leave to give my wife sufficient time to get herself to a class at the same gym. In between our house and said gym there is a stretch of straight two-lane road that is about a half mile long with open fields on either side, except for a single patch of trees bunched on the side of the road about half way across.
Every morning while traveling to and from the gym I could usually spy the cop car crouched on one side of the trees. On this particular morning, I was running so late - and I didn't see the cop on my side of the trees - that I figured that I would chance it. I gunned the accelerator in the name of making up lost time and was traveling well above the 25 mph speed limit.
Just as I passed the trees I took a quick glance in the rear view, and my stomach jumped when I saw the white car promptly pull onto the road and quickly approach my tailgate.
There is only one word to describe decisions like the ones made by myself and Stevie Ireland: moronic.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
City still on the upper end of the table
I was totally embarrassed last night. Not for being a supporter of Manchester City, but for not being up to snuff as a supporter.
It's rare to find people to talk about Premiership football with in the area where I live, so when you do find them you be sure to get as much football conversation out as possible.
On this particular occasion last night I was chatting with a pair of friends, one a West Ham supporter and the other a Man United supporter. As we progressed through the conversation we got to the point where we talked about our teams upcoming matches, and when it came to me a froze like a goalkeeper who just got megged.
City's next fixtures were locked in my brain and I couldn't find the key. So, for those two gentleman, I'll have them know that City is taking on Fulham on Saturday, and then Norwich City in the Carling Cup the following Tuesday.
Yes, I know. It's a little late to be pointing out that information, as if they would read this anyway. But, I feel better...don't you?
As for the win against Aston Villa last Sunday, I had the wonderful fortune of acquiring a recording of the match. The win was never certain for me, until the final whistle. But, the goal from Michael Johnson made me tingle with excitement. Such great composure from only a lad.
Johnson is a classic example that teams in England still can grow their own talent. The fact that City still use their youth system to produce homegrown players is one of the reasons I support the club.
And while my ManUre supporting friend continued to comment that his Red Devils were the best club in the world I had to bring him back to earth by reminding him that City are currently sitting two spaces above of his "best team in the world" in the Premiership table. So, then what would that make City?
It's rare to find people to talk about Premiership football with in the area where I live, so when you do find them you be sure to get as much football conversation out as possible.
On this particular occasion last night I was chatting with a pair of friends, one a West Ham supporter and the other a Man United supporter. As we progressed through the conversation we got to the point where we talked about our teams upcoming matches, and when it came to me a froze like a goalkeeper who just got megged.
City's next fixtures were locked in my brain and I couldn't find the key. So, for those two gentleman, I'll have them know that City is taking on Fulham on Saturday, and then Norwich City in the Carling Cup the following Tuesday.
Yes, I know. It's a little late to be pointing out that information, as if they would read this anyway. But, I feel better...don't you?
As for the win against Aston Villa last Sunday, I had the wonderful fortune of acquiring a recording of the match. The win was never certain for me, until the final whistle. But, the goal from Michael Johnson made me tingle with excitement. Such great composure from only a lad.
Johnson is a classic example that teams in England still can grow their own talent. The fact that City still use their youth system to produce homegrown players is one of the reasons I support the club.
And while my ManUre supporting friend continued to comment that his Red Devils were the best club in the world I had to bring him back to earth by reminding him that City are currently sitting two spaces above of his "best team in the world" in the Premiership table. So, then what would that make City?
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