Yankees - World Champions 27 times over! It's amazing. Why? I don't know. I haven't watched any game this season.. heck, I haven't watched professional sports since I pretended to be straight back in college to impress some lacrosse boys.
But there's just something about the home team being on the cusp of winning the championship, eh? I mean besides the New York Red Bulls (soccer what?).
Congrats to them! Especially Hideki Matsui being MVP! GoGo Curry, here I come!
I'm truly conflicted watching this years' Olympic games.
First there was the China/Tibet controversy, then the women's gymnastic age controversy, and now I'm not sure whether to cheer for the Chinese or American teams!
Born in America, I've been cheering for America in past Olympics; partially because I didn't think the Chinese teams were all that great. But there's something in the fact that the Olympic games are being held in Beijing AND the Chinese teams are strong contenders makes me want to cheer for them too!
It's like "home team advantage" cheering.
All these things came to a peak during the women gymnastic event; oh the drama! I cheered for the American team, then the Chinese team, stopped myself, then continued to cheer for them! Yes, like a schizo.
Well, if the Chinese spectators can cheer for all the teams, then I'm going to do the same.
I mean, how can you not cheer for guns like these:
"The Giants won!"
That's what I found myself screaming at the conclusion of what must have been the most exciting pro-football game I've ever watched (which really isn't saying much since I watch an average of two football games a year) while I clapped and performed twirly twirls around the apartment. I cheer for the underdogs.
This seemed to surprise Boopy as he's never seen me so into sports before, especially since I was following the game and screaming at the TV like the best of them:
"Did you see that play?!"
"Another false start?!"
"Brother man needs to find another job 'cause he just got sacked!"
Okay, so I didn't say that last one. But still, Boopy was entertained by my machismo and celebratory style; enough to call me "a cross between a sports frat boy and a cheerleader."
I kinda like that. And it's kinda true.
And is it me, or was Tom Brady wearing foundation during the game?
