Rule 34 applies

We're off to see the Germany/Spain game, but before that, since I've chosen my Premier League team, I decided to find an LJ Premier League football community.

Well lookee what I found:

http://community.livejournal.com/footballslash/

I notice that an inordinate amount of this is about Chelsea, to which the indomitable americanstd responded, "Cause Chelsea are FAGS!"

Not that there's anything wrong with that, especially on a Pride Weekend morning, but the joke does lend itself.

Glancing further over the pairings though, I wonder how Xabi Alonso is possibly going to be at the top of his game after all the ghey buttsehcks he is apparently enjoying in these stories. (I have to root for Spain; americanstd and electorprince are pulling for Germany.)

The big game

americanstd and I headed down to the Shakespeare Pub for an 11:00 a.m. start to the Euro 2008 final game. We met Alex (one of the Brits) who informed us that the pub had opened at 8 and the fire marshall wasn't allowing anyone else in. We piled into the car with Oliver and Darryl (two more Brits) and headed downtown. Along the way, Alex promised me lots of British-style discussions of Premier League football in the future--knock down, drag out discussions of Premier League football. (He actually has a Man U sticker on the windshield and a Man U flag to hang off the antenna.)

We parked near Petco Park and found that $3 parking was up to $20 because there was a game on (that the Padres lost miserably to Seattle 8-1). We started walking up to East Village and were treated to the sight of a homeless woman with her skirt hiked up, bent over, and washing her ass in front of God and everybody. "I think I'm going to be sick," was Oliver's response. We welcomed him to San Diego.

We started at a bar called The Corner which was empty, beautiful, quiet and serving cheap drinks. So of course we had to move to the Tilted Kilt across the street because Alex has digestive issues and he couldn't eat what was on the menu. The Kilt had no tables at first and the fire marshall was walking through there doing a head count. I'd already downed a Wyder's pear cider at The Corner and now had another. This was my first adventure in drinking before noon and I didn't much like the experience so I won't repeat it. I've never even had a Bloody Mary before 1 pm.

Eventually some of the elderly brunch crowd left so we got to sit. The game was a nail biter and the only ones cheering for Germany were americanstd and Ryan. I can't say Germany had their butts handed to them because 1-0 is hardly a squash and there were a lot of times that ball almost got into the net. Still, my ancestral colonial oppressors got the job done, which was good because the King and Queen were there and it would have been mighty embarrassing for them not to.

Home again, home again. Steve's passed out and I'm about to do dishes and head out for a box of baking soda so I can make banana bread. Catch you all later.