...is that the players don't wear helmets or hats. Consequently, these guys all look like they spend about 15 hours per day perfecting their haircuts.
Compare that to American "throwball", hockey, rugby or even baseball...totally messed up coifs with sweat (and sometimes blood) dripping down their faces. Soccer is a decent sport but the players seem incapable of not looking like overpaid pussies.
In less than 30 seconds a 3rd world refugee cuts through the delusional BS of American culture. Extra points for turning his back on demi-god Harbaugh and laughing at him as he walks away. Is this an emperor has no clothes moment?
Having said that, I like the idea of a "National Throwball League" kicking off every Sunday.
Although in that vein, maybe football (that is, soccer) should be called Kickball. One would think that sports would be more prone to the usage of verbs as descriptors rather than nouns. Go figure.
...and I never was sure of the answer but a few years ago I underwent a major surgery in my abdomen. Not a small procedure by any means and it turned out that my last meal was at Le Relais de l'Entrecôte on Rue Saint-Benoît. Clearly I opted for the steak-frites as comfort food option. Thankfully, I survived the surgery even though I went fully 10 days without eating as a tube was placed into my recovering guts.
Having said that, and in the spirit of M in Rome, my choice of favorite meal continues to be the pasta all'amatriciana with kosher beef at Trattoria Moderna in Rome. I am not, by nature, a foodie and this is the only dish that I have ever actually found myself dreaming about. I make sure that I have this every time that I am in Rome.
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...is that the players don't wear helmets or hats. Consequently, these guys all look like they spend about 15 hours per day perfecting their haircuts.
Compare that to American "throwball", hockey, rugby or even baseball...totally messed up coifs with sweat (and sometimes blood) dripping down their faces. Soccer is a decent sport but the players seem incapable of not looking like overpaid pussies.
...thankful that the changes are during a low stress offseason moment. Really sucks when a blog pulls this shit during a big game week.
In less than 30 seconds a 3rd world refugee cuts through the delusional BS of American culture. Extra points for turning his back on demi-god Harbaugh and laughing at him as he walks away. Is this an emperor has no clothes moment?
Having said that, I like the idea of a "National Throwball League" kicking off every Sunday.
Although in that vein, maybe football (that is, soccer) should be called Kickball. One would think that sports would be more prone to the usage of verbs as descriptors rather than nouns. Go figure.
...the heart of Nouvelle France:
it is time to expel the Anglo occupiers ! Vive le Résistance !
...and I never was sure of the answer but a few years ago I underwent a major surgery in my abdomen. Not a small procedure by any means and it turned out that my last meal was at Le Relais de l'Entrecôte on Rue Saint-Benoît. Clearly I opted for the steak-frites as comfort food option. Thankfully, I survived the surgery even though I went fully 10 days without eating as a tube was placed into my recovering guts.
Having said that, and in the spirit of M in Rome, my choice of favorite meal continues to be the pasta all'amatriciana with kosher beef at Trattoria Moderna in Rome. I am not, by nature, a foodie and this is the only dish that I have ever actually found myself dreaming about. I make sure that I have this every time that I am in Rome.