Friday, September 10, 2010

Pictures from the happy side of this game.

Did I skip a day? I think I skipped a day. I'm so sorry! I know your life is not the same without reading the riveting details of my boring life here every day. I'll try to do better.

Last night Man-boy had another game, and since we're new to this team, we weren't sure what to expect from the school we were playing.

Let's just say we got a thrashing. We won't talk about the score.

Nevertheless, I managed to snap a few pictures before the beating commenced.

Man-boy is number 10, which is Lionel Messi's number. That's very important when you're 17.

Here he is in his Nike T90s—they help you run faster, jump higher, and kick farther. (Raise your hand if you remember the Keds commercials from the late 1960s.) I jest, but he did score from 52 yards out last week, so I wonder . . .

Here he is with Donnie (23) and Andreas (24), whom they refer to as "the little Bolivian." The little Bolivian is like lightning in the midfield. He's fun to watch.

(Insert thrashing here.)

When we get home from a game, Man-boy is ravenous. He can't seem to get the food to his mouth fast enough. Here he is dishing out Mexican dip faster than the spoon can move:

He was yelling at me to hurry up while I took this picture. You'll be happy to know he did not die of hunger.

Now here it is, Friday night, and I'm still 5 1/2 hours short for the week. Looks like I'm working Saturday. The dog hair will have to wait another week.

Be thankful ~


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