Americans won’t accept soccer until the embarrassing amount of diving, flopping. and writhing in fake pain stops. We already tolerate basketball and that’s enough.
This father’s day I had a couple bloody marys with my girlfriend before an 11 am matinee of “Smokey and the Bandit” at the local art-house theater. Then I had a facetime-brunch with my daughter in California, and then my son took me to see the Phils trounce the Mets again. *****
@MbarkCherguia aside from Jesus? Probably Rocky Balboa coming out of Geno’s and I was all “Yo, Champ!” and he was like “I can’t feel my face above the knees”, and so I bought him a prov-wit. Rocky ate the cheesesteak and then he looked in my eyes and said “Yo, thanks for the sandwich.”