Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Oh Yeah!


My much-anticipated Barca Puyol jersey arrives in the morning and then the Blaugrana knock off tournament favorite AC Milan at the San Siro in the afternoon. Coincidence? Hardly. I'm so excited that I have to try the jersey on with the shorts. Der Wife's caption for this picture: "Biggest Dork in the World." Sadly, she's right.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

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P.S. the word verification for this post is "raxqs."

Tim said...

And my Bergkamp kit is still in the mail... hopefully not an omen. Congrats for the result.

Anonymous said...

With the entire outfit, I think you have officialy stepped beyond dork/geekdom into child molestor territory- when are you buying the panneled van

Michael said...

Just so we're clear, I would not wear the full uniform out in public. I had the shorts on hand because I like working out in them and the jersey arrived yesterday so I can wear it to Braves games with khaki shorts and be so much more urbane than the yahoos in creamsicle Tennessee outfits. In fact, I've mocked UT fans for being the only fan base that shows up to the Ted insisting on wearing their hats and t-shirts, thus violating the "you can wear the hat or the t-shirt, but not both" rule. I wonder if they'll be so proud this year?

All that cavilling about how this was a one-time deal aside, my wife is still right. Big dork.

Michael said...

Fox, I agree with you about wearing Red Sox hats to Nats games, but mainly because I find Red Sox fans endlessly annoying. At the Hawks-Heat game on Tuesday night, I was strongly tempted to ask everyone in Heat gear "you've been a fan since the Rony Seikaly days, right?" People who wear Heat gear to a Hawks game scream bandwagon to me even more than Red Sox fans because I'll acknowledge that there are a ton of Boston transplants here, but no one in Atlanta is a Miami transplant.

Peace makes a great point about SEC gear at Braves games. It's a veritable convention. My earliest memory of figuring out that pro sports events in Atlanta are, in large part, an opportunity to get into college football fights was a Hawks game in 1987 when some old guy in the front row of the upper deck turned around and, appros pos of nothing, yelled "WAR EAGLE, ALL YOU GEORGIA FANS, WAR EAGLE!!!" and then sat back down.