What Have I Become?

Well, here it is... dinner.

Mom, I can explain. My grocery store has been closed for a little while now, and isn't set to re-open for another week. Because of this, my cupboards are barren. Yes, I know I could go to another store, but really, who wants to do all that.

So tonight I went to my local shopping center with intentions of buying a good, inexpensive sandwich from the store next to the beer store, but they were closed. So was the only other food store there... so I did the only thing I could think of. I went into the beer store, bought some cheese curls, some beef jerky and a delicious sixer with which to wash my dinner down.

I am a degenerate.

Crappy Treasure

At long last, my Bag of Crap has arrived. It wasn't due to arrive till Wednesday, but alas, Christmas has come early this year. Unfortunately, I would have been more than willing to skip this Christmas morning.

Well, here's the take...

10 x Nike Sport Armband for iPod Nano

1 x Targus Digital Memory Card Case

1 x Buzztime Home Trivia System

1 x Porcelain Hinged Box, Cooking & Crafting Series, Cooktop & Copper Pot w/ Broccoli

Who's the lucky guy? That's right, Steve's the lucky guy.

So, my first BOC wasn't all that great to me. But I don't have a bitter taste in my mouth. I'm just that much more determined to get myself another BOC. There will be plenty more Bags of Crap, Screaming Woot Monkeys and Woot-Offs in my future. Rest Assured.

Pics from Training

I watched Boca Juniors practice session Thursday evening, and loved every second of it.

Dudes are pretty sick. Made me wish I could go and watch quality teams play more often. DC United games are fun and all, but, they're not anywhere near this level.

I didn't wait around and fight the masses for autographs or pics with the players... too much of a hassle. There were probably a couple hundred people there watching, and as soon as the session ended, they all began jockeying for position to get some signatures. That's when I dipped. Oh well, may go up there again this weekend... we'll see.

Argh

Spurned by CABJ on my first attempt. They didn't show up for their training session this evening, or at least, not by 7:15 (they were supposed to be there at 6).

I sat there and watched the Washington Freedom, a womens or girls soccer team (couldn't tell how old they were, looked to be 16 or so) warm up for a while then start to play while I waited... hardly a decent consolation prize... but that's ok.

If you think I'm discouraged, think again. I'll more than likely be back up there tomorrow night. Palacio and Palermo await.

CABJ

Today I was sitting outside at a restaurant at the RIO in Gaithersburg enjoying some lunch with my coworkers. I glanced at a window of the restaurant and in the reflection saw a bunch of Boca Juniors Megatone jerseys. As I turned around I expected to see a bunch of kids walking along the lake outside the restaurant, only to see 5 grown ass men.

I did a quick double take and realized I was looking at some of the Boca Juniors players!!! Palermo and some other players just casually strolled right by me as I was sitting there holding a taco trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

As they passed I turned to my 4 coworkers and was like "That's freaking Boca Juniors!" None of them follow soccer, so they looked at me blankly... but I was going nuts. I don't get worked up seeing "famous" people, but this was just so out of the blue, I was taken aback. I had no idea why the best Argentinian club team, who are always ranked in the top 20 by FIFA, would be walking around Maryland wearing their unis.

Long story short, I didn't try to get any autographs or pictures, I felt lame approaching them seeing as though I only know 2 or 3 of the players, and don't speak Spanish. But that's alright, there will be some more opportunities to do all that tomorrow when I go back there for lunch, and then again when I watch them train up at the Soccerplex in Germantown tomorrow night.

Turns out, they're here for about 10 days to train for their season... which is awesome!!! How often to you get to see world class players out in the public like that and then watch them train at a small facility? Only in America baby. Anywhere else and they'd be mobbed by people. Here, all but pretty much Riquelme and Palermo would go unnoticed by 99/100 people.

This is awesome, hopefully I'll post some pics tomorrow night with me and the players... stay tuned!!! I can't wait! Maybe I'll go up to Palermo tomorrow, take off my shirt and tie and try to do a jersey exchange with him like they do after the games.

Stars & Stripes For Sale

This is a sad day... sad, sad day.

3 days ago...

It's Friday night, and I'm chillin' by myself, kicking back a few brews, waiting for the clock to strike 1. I think that was the first Friday in a real long time that I actually did nothing, and loved every second of it. Some FIFA was played, some tv watched and the internet was surfed (Whipahhh!!! Bahhh!!! Pitted, so pitted.) all while sipping on some Bud heavies all by my lonesome.

I know all of you know why I was doing this right? Of course you do... In honor of Woot's birthday.

Thanks to the Strine, I was well aware of the fact that when the clock struck 1, there would be a Bag of Crap (BOC) for sale.

For those of you who don't know what a BOC is, you need to hit up woot! or just call me up and ask me about it, and I'll gladly go on a five minute rant about the awesomeness that is, Woot.

Long story short, I got 3 (that's right t-h-r-e-e) Bags of Crap! In a mere two weeks, I will know the contents of these bags, and will obviously share the results with all of you via this blog. I can't freaking wait. It's my first BOC, and I'm ecstatic about it.

This is not why it's a sad, sad day.

On Saturday I went to the DC United game to watch them lose to Chivas. WTF Moreno... 20 in a row and then that!!! Come on now! Anyways, it was a great time. Got down there a few hours before the game, did some grilling, some chilling and once again sipped on some Bud... both leaded and unleaded.Sunday involved some poolage, some mexican food, a little mall wandering and an exhausted Esteban.

Now to the bad news...

My most frequently consumed beer, Budweiser, is no longer American owned!!! This is seriously a shame. I'm distraught, and I'm not joking. I knew that they were looking at doing a hostile takeover, but I held out hope that it wouldn't go down like that... prayer answered; Except they stinking sold it, punks... rich punks.

Now I don't want to buy it, but I still want to drink it. This sucks. It's not like I can easily replace Bud either. It really does go with everything. Don't get me wrong, I in no means consider it to be a "good" beer, but I really do enjoy drinking it. Now what am I supposed to do, drink Miller products... ha, not a chance.

Looks like I might be biting the silver bullet for a while, until I make up my mind as to whether or not I'm going to purchase Bud products any longer. What a pain... I didn't need this kind of strife in my life... Argh!$%&!

ps... sorry for not posting in a while, I got lazy. Mike, you can stop yelling at me, and the game wasn't the same w/o you clowns. Although, no grills were destroyed in the post game festivities.

Shopping

My car's fuel light is on, and I don't feel like dropping $55 to fill the thing up. As a result, I've been riding my Harley everywhere I go since I got back to MD.

Last night I needed to go grocery shopping since the only things in the fridge that are mine are two things of 4% large curd cottage cheese and some 3 day old Papa John's cheese sticks and pizza (and obviously some assorted condiments, which combined properly, could probably become edible). So I threw on my backpack and headed out, in some light rain, to the store.

Long story short, I came back with ten beers and four rolls of toilet paper (since I'd been out for literally over a month).

Today I came home from work to 16 empty beer cans in my room, and three and a half rolls of mountain money in my bathroom.

It appears as though I need to go grocery shopping again.

Beer fueled weeknight FIFA is not good for anyone, especially the 13 year old kids that get romped on by the two greatest sets of thumbs to ever control Juve's players. Buffon.

Now I'm off to play real soccer with real people down in DC. Good day to you all.