Hands and Curses

Got up at 7:30 this morning to catch the Manchester Derby (United v City) live on Setanta — having caved in and finally ordered the channel to increase the dosage of my football addiction.

Getting up at 7:30 on a Sunday should be an indication of the depths of my fervor.

Of course, I don’t think the cats or the dog were quite prepared for the stream of curses that erupted in the second half, when Ronaldo decided that it was a good idea to nearly catch the goddamned ball during a header.

Um…Christiano? Don’t know quite how to break it to ya, but hands aren’t allowed. I’m an American, and even *I* know that.

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