I watched some pro soccer on a bar TV once.
It was sponsored by Sherwin-Williams, for the obvious association.
It was as exciting as watching paint dry...
I never could understand the draw of soccer. A high score is 1-0.
My kids played a little soccer until they were old enough for baseball, softball and football. I’d rather have my fingernails pulled out.
As somebody once said to me “If I wanted to watch somebody struggle to score for 2 hours, I’d go to a bar with my single buddies”.
Any time they want to present a case of enhanced legitimacy, they have a British announcer.
Like all soccer games.
Like that British broad who urges us to “Go Commando” in the toilet paper commercials.
You know what I’m talking about...