sensei_hanson said:Jesus H Christ, it's like hanging out with a bunch of High School girls. You all done carving shite about Sporting into the bathroom stalls yet?
In case you all haven't noticed, I tend to write with a slightly sacrastic overtone. I figured lines like "the jet lag kills" and "nasty time zone change" would indicate as much, but apparently Wevers didn't get the memo. The "pizza, beer and wings" line was pretty hyperbolic. A couple of guys wanted to watch hockey on a big screen in the hotel. That's about it. How that got manifested into "I heard they were out until 6am doing blow off hooker's asses" is beyond me. I had no idea my little post was about to turn into the National Soccer Bible, or that it could be spun the way it has.
Hleucka, you need to get a goddamn hobby. Seriously.
The opening ceremony was a gong show as they cokced up our hotel reservations and nobody from the organizing committee knew where we were. That's about the extent of that conspiracy. We didn't hear any negative feedback afterwards so it was pretty much water under the bridge. I thought what I wrote would be a funny anecdote, so that I didn't have to come out and say "the lines of communication sucked, and the organization was non-existant", but I guess that's what I get for poking fun.
And ya, I had a beer. Alexander Keiths. I'm pretty sure it was the deciding factor in our game yesterday, especially since I didn't play. Fcuk me. A few of you really make me sick.
I'm not the team spokesperson, nor did I ever claim to be. I thought making a few snide and amusing observations about the tourney and this city would be a laugh and people would enjoy the read, but I guess not. I could have written the real, factual stuff like "light training in the morning, cool down and stretch, chalk talk, whirlpool, in my hotel bed by 10pm" - as engaging as that sounds, it's actually really fcuking dull. And I know because that's basically what Wednesday consisted of. If I wanted to write boring posts about our minute-by-minute schedule, I would have. But I'm not about to apologize for writing what I did. The last time I checked, this website was called Take The Piss, not Keep The Annoying Sapperton Manager Informed.
Anyways, you're all a bunch of bloody vultures circling for another carcass. Draw more conclusions as the weekend unfolds, but you won't be getting much more from me. TTP retirements suck but I can see why they occur.
You can all kiss my ass. Hope you liked the diary. Cheers for watching.