The nice long vacation is over and now it's time to earn a living, watch the Redskins and hopefully have a season full of happiness and Cowboy beatings.
Redskins’ moment during my trip:
- Some Dutch kid screaming Miami Dolphins from a distance. I of course was happy to remind him of what happened last season. Honest to god the “conversation” ended with him saying “I’m not so intelligent in football.”
- With my Jersey on Random American tourists coming up to me and asking me for directions. “Do you speak English” they would say and I would respond with “yes.” “Do you know how to get to [so-and-so]?” they would then say. To which my response was “I don’t have a map!”
- Some dude on the flight back said my Jersey looked awful from the front but looked nice from the back. He’s a little bit suspect if you know what I mean.
- Teaching the rules of football to Italians and finding out that they do indeed have “pro” football teams in Italy. I sold them on the Redskins and I think they bought it.
- My Redskins jersey saved my life in southern France. Yes, it’s true. It’s true. It was fucking blazingly hot and the jersey was just what the doctor ordered because I was dripping with sweat from the 100 degree weather and humidity when I had a shirt on.
- Some dude from one of the hostels in Florence wanted to tag along with me because I looked like “a mean mother fucker” with my jersey, cap and shades. I suspect that’s probably one of the reasons why I didn’t get jacked while there.
- Me and some other dude I met in a hostel went to a club off the cuffs to a club in Paris and they wouldn’t let us in because I was wearing “sports attire.” The bouncer was a brother and I played the brother card which of course didn’t work for 5 min. but finally he did let us in. The jersey made me standout and I was able to freak some French chick.
08-29-2005, 08:45 PM
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