Kuyt!!! Liverpool!!! Zat Zat!!

Please ignore the happy title. This is a really sad story.

I was pumped about the game all day. I was thinking about it during class today, I was fantasizing about it at work this afternoon...I even left early because one of the guys was threatening to tell me who won. I got back to the house and ate dinner and ran downstairs to turn on my recording. I watched with glee as Agger scored to put LFC up 1-0, and then I fought off some heavy eye lids the rest of regular time. Come extra time, I'm wide awake. I'm ready to go, ready to yell. I blew the lid off of the basement when I saw Kuyt put one in the net in the 100th minute, and then I about ripped my face off when I saw he was offside. No matter. We'll get another one. Here comes the next extra time...and then in 107th minute, what happens?? THE RECORDING ENDED!!! Comcast!! Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not manually extend the block of time for my recording, and Comcast ended my recording right when things were getting panicky!

I ran over to the computer in the basement. It was frozen. I ran to another one (ya, we have too many) and fired up espnsoccernet and found out the result. Don't get me wrong -- I am superfuckinghappy about it all. But shit. I didn't get to watch it and now I feel hollow.

I have to go study now.

Sigh...

Day one of Finals Week is in the books. I had two tests today and they weren't terrible. That's not to say that they were great, because they were final exams...

The *#&#^!% Nuggets lost tonight, and OMG does that piss me off. It apparently made me angry enough to use "OMG" in a sentence for the first time, and now I want to hurt myself all the more. Someone was playing solid defense on Tim Duncan for a change and since he wasn't getting any calls in the first half I guess the refs felt obligated to spread the fouls back around to everyone on the Nugs squad. Then Robert Horry happened and nothing else mattered. Holy shit. Kill me.

I will be recording the 'Pool game tomorrow. Don't spoil it for me! It's gonna be tough. When Gerrard was walking off the field after the last game, my buddy Mitch said (in his usual I-have-to-say-something-to-sound-soccerish way) "He knows what he has to do." Let's freaking hope so.

LIVERPOOL LIVERPOOL LIVERPOOL!!!

Tomorrow is the day that we all (as long as "we all" means a few of my friends and I -- and probably part of England) have been waiting for. Liverpool is playing Barcelona in the first of two Champions League matches. It's going to be amazing, but we don't get it on TV here in America. Gay ass digital cable. I'm going to have to try to watch it on the Internet somehow, but I have a feeling that soccer on the Internet is going to be a disappointment.

In tennis news (I am taking this shit way too seriously), Mardy Fish is everything I wish I was. He is good at tennis, making changes to his game and still being successful, generally a bad ass...I'm getting upset.

There are all kinds of tournaments going on right now but they're all in the first rounds so you can check them out at your leisure...if you care.

It's also worth mentioning that if you are living in a foreign country and can get the Liverpool game on TV, I hate you.