CHOO onthis

A couple weekends back, I was fortunate to join Michael for a NY Red Bulls vs. Chivas USA soccer match. I was a bit anxious about looking and feeling gross because right before we entered the arena, it started pouring down rain and I only had a non water-resistant military jacket. Luckily mother nature held out for us and our seats were covered anyhow. Seats were awesome, and watching Thierry Henry in action was pretty great as well. 

I typically have some killer instincts and intuition but I guess I turn them off when I know I can get my grubby little hands on chorizo because we missed the best goal of the night.

L: Man, I’m hungry.

M: Do you want to get some of those sausages?

L: *Thinking to myself: Why do I have this weird feeling the Red Bulls are going to score while we’re up. No, how likely would that be… No but, man, how funny would it be if that happened…but…CHORIZO.*  OK! Yeah, let’s go now!

L&M: *walk to the sausage stand*

M: Can we get 1 of each?

GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

L: Oops.