Friday, January 18, 2008

Barnsley, Burnsley, Screw You Buddy! I'll Call Em What I Want.

No dream this time.

Because I didn't sleep. I pounded beers all night and hit the bar by 10 am.

I went to college for this. Yeah.

Here is a picture of it being early.
Here is another. It's cold, but Devo has given us the thumbs up to keep going. Ward is either showing off the love of his club, or giving the ladies a little ward-candy preview.
Then there was some of this.
 
Still no photo, no matter how artistically rendered, could capture how devilishly sloshed I was. 







Accept maybe this one.
At least my eyes are team colors. 

A game happened at some point. I don't really know. Here is poor, tired Jakes. Note how bleak his life is now that he must return to non-Arsenal things.
What a morning. 

Fan(s) of the Match: Devo, Ward, Jakes and anyone else who was forced to endure my drunken ravings. You are the real heroes.

No comments: