West Ham and the Draw

I'm about to roll out of the tiny town of San Luis Obispo to go back to tinsel town for a couple of days.  Can't wait to see United beat up on West Ham, who've I've mentioned before have the lamest nickname of all time.  The Young Boys think you've got to clean it up, Hammers.   I'm hitting my favorite place to see a game tomorrow, The Fox and Hounds in Studio City.  I'm so out of the loop here, is Rooney playing? I hope you don't come here for actual information, I'm slippin' for real.

And the Champions League draw is done.  We did a'ight.  Frankly, I'm so damn excited to beat the shit out of the Rangers I can't even express it.  Were I not a United fan I'd be wearing green and white hoops, that's how badly I hate the Rangers.  So bring them on.  We also pulled Valencia, whose solid, but if you read their wikipedia page it's friggin' sad, constantly implied as the stepchild in Spanish football.   Then we've got Bursapor which just sounds like an awful skin ailment.  I won't pretend to act like I know who the fuck Bursapor is or where they're from.  I'm not even gonna look that shit up.  I'm failing you all, I know.

Upon my return I will look to be a better blogger, man, and gardener.