Metro Run-Ins

Most of the time I love Metro. Except when they make me wait on the platform for forever, like they did this morning to get to work. Oh well, since nobody is here, and since I never do anything all day anyways, it wasn't a big deal.

But yesterday was a big day for me on the Metro. On my way into work, I rode opposite Roy Hibbert of Georgetown. Let's just say that he was a big, big man. His calves were big old things, as big as my thighs. And anyone boarding the train had to walk on the opposite side of the pole from him. Because his knees stuck out all the way to it. I guess I had forgotten just how tall 7' was even though my boy Matt Slanika from the old Silver Spring Blue Devils Days.

Then on my way home, walking up the steps at Union Station, who walks by me, but the author of one of my favorite websites -- bobbyboswell.com. Of course I tell him, "Keep up the good work Bobby" which caught him off guard. He shook the hand, complimented me on the Bobby Boswell.com wrist bracelet from my night of heavy drinking and sleeping on the couch.

Of course, then he asks where I'm going, and I BLEW IT!!! I was going home. Totally should have tagged along with him on his Metro ride. Next time, I'll take the ride.

And Bobby, if you read this, give a shout out to section 131 tomorrow vs the Pink Cows and the drinks are on me next time. VAMOS UNITED!!!

The view is worth the hike

An absolutely amazing view of just how big a deal it was last night at RFK. And just what 47,000 people in one place look like. Thanks BobbyBoswell.com

Oh, and if you want another account of the party that left me sleeping on my office sofa last night, go visit Agent Steinz.

Drinking like a Soccer Star

So David Beckham did make an appearance on the pitch at RFK. For a long period of time, and actually looked pretty good for not having played anything in two months. I was impressed, but it was also clear that he wasn't going to get anything easy or just be the best player on the field just by showing up. Which was good.

Best of all, DC United won 1-0 on a Luciano Emilio goal. Great stuff guys!!! And I hear the fans were great. Usually, I'd post my player ratings here, but I can't remember the game too well (See below).

Then it was the BobbyBoswell.com after party at Lima last night (Bobby, why aren't there pictures up and a recap yet?) I did see Bobby, who walked in like a rockstar and didn't acknowledge the drunk guys on the patio yelling his name. Then got to watch Brian Namoff hitting on ugly chicks. He's tiny, like five inches shorter than me. And the girls he was talking to last night were UUUUGGG-LY!! My apologies if that was his girlfriend or something, but I had my jack and coke glasses on and still thought poorly of her. C'mon Brian, you're an all-star right back for the best team in MLS. Take it up a notch man.

Anyways, if you want the rundown on it all, the night, the Beckham experience, game report, check out Steven Goff's Soccer Insider. And yes, we rock here in D.C. when it comes to soccer. Can we start calling ourselves New Trafford? English Premier League Starts this weekend!

Beckham Will Play!

According to Steve Goff, it's looking like the Golden Ankleboy (aka David Beckham) will play at RFK tonight.

That means you have no excuse for not buying it and I feel better about the financial transactions that I made earlier this month. I kinda wish I was there myself.

But I will be in spirit as I drink cheaper beer and watch the game on ESPN2 along with you, dear reader. No excuse for you not to. Starts at 7 p.m. EDT. I'll give my take on it on here tomorrow.

And if you don't read Soccer Insider, you totally need to start. Look for the new handle on there.

The Mick Cheated Me

Since it's a slow day at the office, here's something I've been reading from ESPN.com that's pretty interesting.

What's your answer to Eric Neel's question? Who cheated us out of more?

I'm still pissed as hell that I can name the entire Washington Nationals line-up on the field for 756. (Can any of my commenters?) Or that I couldn't fall asleep on Monday night and so saw it live on TV, thinking the whole time about how it was awkwardly filmed. How many people will you let gallivant around a baseball field despite having no business being on there? And why didn't they let Willie Mays say anything into that Mike he was holding?

I actually might think that the Mick cost us more than Bonds did. Bonds, even if you accept that he did steroids, which I believe but can't prove (he's not guilty yet, and that's the hallmark of our legal system), would have more than 600 home runs by now for every season he'd played. He was a hell of a leftfielder back in Pittsburgh. And he still has the most freakishly fast hands I've ever seen. And he has the most amazing ability to see one pitch a game and just hammer the shit out of it. Incredible.

But the Mick? Has anyone else seen the newsclip of Mantle's home run ball hitting the light tower at Yankee Stadium while still on it's way up? (If anyone can find a link, please post it in the comments section). It's the only ball that has ever come close to leaving Yankee Stadium. No one else has. And as prodigious as Frank Howard's homeruns at RFK are (the one in Section 542 is just ridiculous -- dead center at RFK, in the upper deck?), how many great home run hitters have hit at Yankee Stadium? Amazing stuff.

Plus, just like Barry, the Mick could run and field and had an arm. Until he drank himself away. We miss you Mickey Mantle.

And with that, I'm off to watch DC United and hurt my own liver.

What do you think?