Fuck it, I'm live-blogging this shit tonight. This tropical storm/further evidence of climate change/lots of fucking rain and wind is all keeping me from driving up to Boston this evening, so I'm staying in and watching this. And since Time Warner Cable did something right by carrying beIN sport and since I like cursing and drinking and expressing such on the internet for all to see, and since someone on this shitty website has to write SOMETHING now that we're the award-winning part of the Buffalo bloggerati, I'm going to ramble here tonight over some Racer 5 IPAs while the wind and rain throws itself against my windows and a country full of patriots yearn for that World Cup birth.
COME ON, YOU YANKS.
I may even toss in one of those embedded chat things so the cool kids can gather here and ignore twitter and the fucknuts who like to make fun of soccer because man oh man baseball is better and traumatic brain injury is better and sports involving needless suckage of fossil fuels are certainly better. Whatever. I'm not even drunk yet and I still can't see straight.
Just fucking beat Jamaica, boys.
Be back in a few hours.
AND I'M BACKKKKKKKK
LET'S DO IT LIVE!!!