Leicester City won the English Premier League title!
It's a big deal. Crazier than if the Mariners won the World Series. Imagine the Everett AquaSox winning and you're getting closer.
Yep, those dudes—exhaustedly congratulating each other on a job well done—had a 5000 to 1 chance of winning the league title, and they DID IT.
OK, that's it for today. I need to walk up to Safeway and get something for dinner. Any ideas? Can't do pasta again. Or can I? Maybe I'll just do that.
Goodbye,
Margaret
P.S. Yeesh. The word "exhaustedly" exhausts me. I'm exhausted now.
P.P.S. By the way, look at the Everett AquaSox logo. Look at that crazy frog. He's so fun. And is the "E" on his hat an upside down version of the retro Mariners' "M"? The whole logo is fun. It's just FUN. Love it! So FUN.
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Monday, May 2, 2016
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Re: Soccer
| Image via Wikimedia Commons |
"Did you ever play on a soccer team?" my brother-in-law William asks my mom.
She answers, "You know, I distinctly remember being in the car, my dad was driving, and out the window we saw them. There they all were. Spread out across the field. And we said, 'WHAT is that!?' And it was soccer. We'd never seen it before in our lives."
In Edinburgh circa 2011, Andy asked me to play soccer (or "football" as it was called back then) with him and a group of girls he met in the park. I needed the cardio, so I agreed.
We met every Sunday for a few weeks. I was starting to feel pretty confident. I'd never played soccer before, but I could run fast and even stole the ball on a few occasions.
Then, something terrible happened. One night, after the game, Andy asked me, "So, why do you roll the ball in during your throw-ins?"
Uhhhh.
CRAP.
I'd been doing it wrong! I'd been doing it wrong all along! Instead of chucking the ball in a straight-arms, over-the-head heave, I'd been ROLLING IT UNDERHAND back onto the pitch.
How mortifying.
I never returned to Sunday soccer, and I still cringe when thinking about it.
YouTube is awash with amazing soccer videos. But this one is the best.
So long,
Margaret
Monday, May 25, 2015
Ram it
Don't you love it when you discover a hilarious video on YouTube completely on your own? A few years ago I was looking for songs with the word 'ram' in them (my spouse's nickname is Ram) and came across this gem.
Things to consider when watching:
Also, after Googling the song I now realize that I'm not the only one whose been fascinated by its existence. Turns out, there are tons of articles about how amazing it is. Still, I'm proud that I came across it organically.
Things to consider when watching:
- This was an actual NFL team. They're now the St. Louis Rams, apparently. #AmericanFootball
- The guys rapping in the video are the athletes themselves.
- Imagine this happening today. Can you picture Beast Mode rapping to a song called 'Hawk It'?
- The song is really good.
- This should be mandatory for all NFL teams.
Also, after Googling the song I now realize that I'm not the only one whose been fascinated by its existence. Turns out, there are tons of articles about how amazing it is. Still, I'm proud that I came across it organically.
In other news, I went camping and now I'm back. It was great. Here's a brief, chronological summary:
Lake.
Foil dinners.
Campfire.
Tent.
Hike.
Game.
Town.
Campfire.
Tent.
Deer.
Taco Time.
Deer.
Taco Time.
Back to the grind tomorrow! Nighty night.
Love,
Margaret
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Lovin' y'all's SuperBowl snacks
Usually scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed fills me with a sort of bored rage. The political debates, the smug photos of newly married couples out on the town (#DateNight ), the cryptic attention-seeking "Bad Day" statuses. I CAN'T TAKE IT. Vapid post after vapid post. It's enough to make me...switch to Twitter for a few minutes.
But today, on SuperBowl Sunday, I must confess that I'm loving the game day snacks posts! It helps that I am hungry and missing my homeland more than usual. But also, I just love the enthusiasm. It's the SuperBowl, the Seahawks are in it, and people are participating! Hoo-raw! Kakaaw! Memaw!
They're making bean dip. They're baking jalapeƱo poppers. They're frosting adorable football-shaped cookies. They're carefully arranging bowls of Skittles throughout the buffet table.
What fun! A smorgasbord of treats filling my newsfeed.
Want to see what Andy and I made? Oh, ok then.
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| NACHOS!!! And margheritas! |
They may not look that pretty, but I have no doubt they'll taste amazing.
Ahhh! Game's about to start. Later, y'all.
Margaret
P.S. Andy is laughing hysterically at John Legend singing 'American the Beautiful' to a montage of beautiful American scenery. I try to tell him all the time—that stuff's normal in the US of A! He better get used to it!
P.S. Andy is laughing hysterically at John Legend singing 'American the Beautiful' to a montage of beautiful American scenery. I try to tell him all the time—that stuff's normal in the US of A! He better get used to it!
Friday, January 30, 2015
Word association
I don't have anything to say. But that's never stopped me before and it won't stop me now!
How about a game of word association? Yes! Let's do it.
WRITER'S BLOCK
OK, that makes me think of this block of salt I saw once when I was 10 and in Lake Chelan on a family reunion. My mom told me it was called a 'salt lick' and that it was for deer. They like salt a lot, so people put up 'salt licks' as the deer version of a birdfeeder. The thought of a deer coming across a giant block of salt in the woods and thinking "jackpot!" really tickled me. Still does.
SALT
I worry that my diet contains too much salt and that it's raising my blood pressure. High blood pressure is also a common side-effect of my migraine pills. So, this week I bought a blood pressure monitor on Amazon! It already arrived and so far my readings are normal. But I want to test myself after I take down a tray of nachos.
PRESSURE
Here's a good example of the small differences between America and the UK. In America, we would say "the Seahawks are pressuring the Patriot's defence". But in the UK, they would say "the Seahawks are pressurising the Patriot's defence". Pressurising! Same goes for "orientated" instead of "oriented" and lots of other words that I can't think of right now.
SEAHAWKS
I hope the Hawks win this SuperBowl and then become really bad again for the foreseeable future so that I don't have to care or support the NFL or argue with my future son about the danger of concussions. Blasphemy, I know.
Live it up this weekend!
Margaret
How about a game of word association? Yes! Let's do it.
WRITER'S BLOCK
OK, that makes me think of this block of salt I saw once when I was 10 and in Lake Chelan on a family reunion. My mom told me it was called a 'salt lick' and that it was for deer. They like salt a lot, so people put up 'salt licks' as the deer version of a birdfeeder. The thought of a deer coming across a giant block of salt in the woods and thinking "jackpot!" really tickled me. Still does.
SALT
I worry that my diet contains too much salt and that it's raising my blood pressure. High blood pressure is also a common side-effect of my migraine pills. So, this week I bought a blood pressure monitor on Amazon! It already arrived and so far my readings are normal. But I want to test myself after I take down a tray of nachos.
PRESSURE
Here's a good example of the small differences between America and the UK. In America, we would say "the Seahawks are pressuring the Patriot's defence". But in the UK, they would say "the Seahawks are pressurising the Patriot's defence". Pressurising! Same goes for "orientated" instead of "oriented" and lots of other words that I can't think of right now.
SEAHAWKS
I hope the Hawks win this SuperBowl and then become really bad again for the foreseeable future so that I don't have to care or support the NFL or argue with my future son about the danger of concussions. Blasphemy, I know.
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| Image by Tomasz Przechlewski via Wikimedia Commons |
Live it up this weekend!
Margaret
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Another poem. Sorry.
Scotland v. England
Scotland versus England football tonight
Watch it on the telly?
I think I just might!
And while I watch, I'll think about blogging
Uh oh.
No ideas.
My brain pipes are clogging.
It's gonna have to be a poem post, written in a flash
Because, let's be honest
I only work for cash.
Blogging is fun, but I'll make this quite clear:
Right now I want to watch men kick a sphere.
Love,
Margaret
Sunday, July 11, 2010
I've gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good good night
Holler,
Holland v. Spain
Orange v. Red w/some yellow in there
Wooden Clogs v. Espadrilles (?)


Dutch Babies v. Spanish Omelette
Van Gogh v. Picasso
Windmills v. Bullfighting
Phew, that took some googling. Anyway, most people I've spoken to (none of whom are Spanish or Dutch) don't really care who wins tonight. Everyone just wants a good game. Maybe an early Holland goal? Any early goal would set the game in motion. I wouldn't mind seeing a goal scored by the goalie- straight from a goal kick into the back of the net. That would make watching EVERY game of this World Cup worth it for me. I am pretty sure all the English are hoping for a Howard Webb win.
Not to glass-half-empty it, but what the HECKFIRE are we suppose to do after tonight?!? The end of the World Cup doesn't just mean no more football games, it also means we must wave goodbye to:
1. The bombinating, B-flat, drone of vuvuzelas that has been the screensaver of our brains throughout the tournament (at ALL times- not just while watching the games). Won't miss that.
2. AFRICA SINNNNNGING AFRICA SINGGGGING SING SING AFRICA SING SING AFRICA
3. The Guardian World Cup Daily podcast. I will miss it.
4. Paul the Octupus- he'll be calamari by Monday.
Oh well, George Harrison taught us that all things must pass, and so be it. Here's to a great game tonight!
Love,
Margar
P.S. "Bombinate" is a verb that means to make a droning noise. What a fantastic word! Thank you, thesaurus.com.
P.P.S. I understand that calamari is squid, but since there is no name for cooked octopus (other than just "octopus") I just decided to use it anyway.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
These week's pop-culture recap!
Well, this was certainly amazing:
BUT, even more amazing is the auto-tune remix:
In other news, an English-born octopus named Paul who now resides in Germany has been predicting who's going to win the World Cup games. He has chosen Spain for the final. He was right about Germany's 6 World Cup games thus far, but it should be interesting to see if his powers work for games that the German team are not participating in. If it turns out that Paul truly is psychic, we can finally have an answer to Karl Pilkington's question about Octopie- "do we need 'em"?
In Cristiano Ronaldo news, he had a baby with an unknown gal and has full custody. More importantly, he got mistaken for Jersey Shore's 'The Situation' at a restaurant in New York. HAHAHA!
Lindsay Lohan got sentenced to 90 days in jail! Dino Lohan, her mother, says she is "disappointed with the system". She must be referring to the "system" that punishes those who repeatedly break the law. Officials at the LA County Superior Court are unhappy with the system in a different sense. This New York Times article said the courts in LA are overwhelmed by celebrity offenders. They're dealing with Lohan front and center, but let's not forget Don Johnson, Anna Nicole Smith's doctor, Leif Garret, and Mel Gibson's babymamma. The article describes the chaos that occurs every time Lohan comes and goes from court. In this last hearing, as Lohan exits amid a sea of paparazzi and security, Danny DeVito shows up on the front steps to report for jury duty!
Hmmm, there were some emmy nominations, but I don't really care about that. All I want is for MadMen Season 4 to start immediately. Only 15 days to go!
The US swapped some Russian spies for some US agents. They gave Russia 10 spies back but they only got 4 spies in return. Whaaaaa? Anyway, they will definitely make a movie out of this someday.
Alright, that's all the pop-culture that I can remember for now. I am going to really make it my beeswax to update my blog more. I miss writing. I miss the fame.
As the Irish would say 'Bye buh ba bye bye byebyebyebyebyebye',
Margaret
P.S. Speaking of Irish, I almost forgot the most important pop-culture news of all! My BRO-in-law Bobby is famous! Check it out!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Don't hate me because I'm popular
In sixth grade my friends and I would sit in the "middle room" during lunchtime. The middle room was the small rectangular room between our classroom and the classroom next door. It was where the bathrooms were (boys on the left, girls on the right) and also where the large trash bin was kept.


It was glorious.
We'd close the doors, which each had a square of window that allowed for just the right about of privacy and just the right about of snooping, eat our sack lunches (or, in my case, shrimp flavored ramen noodles given to me by Pim, my family's Thai exchange student) and chat about all the important things 12-year-olds have to talk about.
Then, our teacher told us we couldn't eat in there anymore. He said that it made the other kids feel excluded. My defense was "but they aren't our friends". Initially it seems harsh, but upon greater reflection I don't find it too shabby an argument. We weren't actively excluding anyone. I was sitting in the middle room with the people who I had the most in common with, the people that I got along best with, the people who I had fallen into a friendship with. Why would I go sit next to someone who liked Animorph books or cried all the time in P.E.? Nothing against them, but I just wasn't interested in pursuing a friendship there. Groups form naturally- it's not about being "cliquey", it's just part of our organic social instinct. What angered me was the fact that my group of friends was no different than the groups sitting in other areas of the classroom. The other kids had never approached us and asked us to join them. Why were we the ones being punished?
It was this moment that first alerted me to the phenomenon of disliking something that is perceived as "popular". If a once underground band gets any sort of mainstream airplay it will often be accused of "selling out". Along the same line, those who say things like "the Beatles are overrated" are plain and simply kidding themselves. I am skeptical of people who claim to dislike objectively good things, like chocolate and babies. People who throw around the now worn-out and boring line "I hate kids" are so ridiculous that they might belong to a separate category of those who hate something merely because they're selfish downers.
Disliking what's "popular" is the result of two experiences:
1. Genuine dislike (this is rare, but it does happen and it's completely well-founded)
2. Fulfilling ones need to establish individuality and uniqueness through negative means
That said, I never got into Furbys and I don't care much for the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I promise it's not because I want to distinguish myself as a free spirit.
IN OTHER NEWS, the World Cup is going to end next week and we're all going to have to figure out something to do instead. It seems tragic to think of soccerless days, but it's an ever-encroaching reality. Golf is not going to cut it as a replacement. Mad Men Season 4 starts on July 25th, so it's only about a week and a half that must be filled. I suppose I'll try to get some work done during that time.
Siiiiigh, I am going to make some dinner now. It's between a PB&J or scrambled eggs/toast. The first option is easy and the second option is actually still easy but just seems hard compared to the first option. We'll see how I feel when I'm in the kitchen.
Love you,
Marg
P.S. Babies and chocolate are both wonderful things when they are separate entities. HOWEVER, these "baby-shaped chocolates" are just disturbing:


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