I got in touch with my roots by keeping it real in my hometown of Chevy Chase, MD for Jesus' 2006th Birthday Bash! As a result, I was not at Nevada's for the nil-nil thrill that was the Pompey game. I was able to drag my family to an "English Pub" for the match though. With a corny name like Union Jacks, this place clearly was not the real deal. It took twenty minutes to get the TV on the match and we were the only ones there. In many ways, it was the Anti-Nevada Smith's. To add to this disapointment, my one chance to convert my family of NFL fans to "the beautiful game" was shattered by a goaless draw (the kryptonite of futbol) which they rolled their eyes at. It was very hard to explain why the match was actually a very exciting piece of back and forth futbol.
Still, my step dad, who made sure Santa brought me a new Gooner Scarf, and I had a good ol' time. He was in England for many years and a Leeds United fan before it all went wrong. I think they play high schools now.
So I missed the match at Nevadas, but I trust the Arsenal Mob was out in force.
I took some crap from various "ManU fans" because they managed to top the league. Have fun being worried every week.
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