Soccer

Aah. Nothing like being back home at my parents' eating home-picked fruits and watching television. I can't believe I haven't been home for ages! I keep tab of my visits home with the monthly Reader's Digest my dad subscribes to. And I am just halfway through August's issue. I have almost forgotten the feel of the telly remote control in my hand, too. Such large screen for watching CSI, such clarity, such great sounds. Bliss. Non-stop National Geographic and MTVs. Uberbliss.

Tonight's Arsenal vs Tottenham game was definitely the most amazing and comical one I've ever seen. I've never laughed as hard. The 5-4 Arsenal win kept my spirits high throughout. Such entertaining goals! Well, watching soccer matches with Dad has always been pleasurable. He hates MU wholeheartedly. Period. I don't hate those whinyassed Hollywoodian wannabes, but I don't love the team either. Except for a player or two. My footie buds would know I've been gaga over Gary from the tender, easily-swoonable age of 16. I'd tackle and take that man down, anytime. But Dad, whoa... the expressions (and expletives occassionally) that he uses for MU... you don't know the meaning of putting down until you've been put down by Dad.

I'm gonna go watch Chelsea take on Fulham now.