Friday, July 20, 2007

Argentina vs Chile....

I wanted to comment on the game/fiasco last night, but I am just too angry. Two teams of kids flopping around and crying like babies. Chilean fans who blame the cops and refs, rather than their team who decided to mail it in for a good part of the game. The best part of the whole affair is that Arturo Vidal, the douchiest of the douchebags was apparently injured in the scuffle. I hope one of Toronto's finest kicked him in the back. Read about it here:

Beautiful game turns ugly

I'm mostly upset that those douchebag Chileans ruined a perfectly good bus.

I'm also sick and tired of reading about soccer fans who act like criminals, and then hide behind the "Oh, they're just passionate" defense. I call BS. So, to commemorate this so-called passion, I will list my top three sports-related wig outs.

3. Leafs vs Kings - 1993 Campbell Conference Finals, Game 7. After the Leafs crap the bed in game seven, I shoot an empty pop can against my basement wall....really hard. There is no damage. This is also known as "the day where I tried to hate Wayne Gretzky". It didn't really work out for me.

2. Bills vs Jaguars - Week 1 of the 2004 Season. After holding the lead for most of the game, the Bills decide to stop playing defense and let the Jags march the length of the field for the winning TD in the dying seconds. At the time I thought "Wow...I hope this doesn't cost the Bills a playoff spot." The Bills went 9-7 and missed the playoffs by one game. My reaction? I punched a chair and yelled....really loud.

1. Raptors vs Nets - 2007 NBA Playoffs, First Round - Game 6. The Raptors had a chance to win in Jersey, and bring it back to Toronto....where they would have taken game seven, without question. After watching Jose Calderon throw a poor pass inside to Chris poor it in fact landed in the hands of rumoured man's man Richard Jefferson, (not that there's anything wrong with that), I kicked a cardboard box and punched the closet door. (For those wondering, I did not yell "Hello RJ, you in there?" as I punched the closet door.....but in hindsight, I really should have.) Shortly after I walked to Baskin Robbins and got ice cream....that made everything OK.

1 comment:

  1. Don't worry, the bus was only pretending to be damaged. It is, after all, the Chilean bus.

    There was no pepper spray, either. It was simply a matter of far too many Chilean footballers using hairspray in an enclosed space.


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