The manager is suicidal

That was the most important game of the season. We lost and it hurts. But....

There are fair weather fans and then there is Jeffrey Nelson Cruz. He finds out that the result is bad for the team that he pretends to cheer for, and then, chemically altered in whatever combination (you name the substance), he decides, miraculously, that he is too busy to watch the game with the real fans.

Yeah right. Too bad we're not born....Yesterday! (I wouldn't be so sure if he hadn't done this before!)

Representing all things decent and honorable... and all things ARSENAL....Jeff Cruz is banned from ever cheering for Arsenal again! (And from wearing that Argentina jersey I gave him.)

I hope that Barca wins tomorrow....that Messi breaks Ronaldo's jock strap, that Xavi demolishes Rooney, that Ineista murders Giggs, that Henry is resurrected and annihilates Van Der Saar.

We will always have next season.

The Italians have one word for this: Vendetta. I hope that the Tiber runs red from the people who wear that color on the streets of Rome on May 27. I hope that Via Cavour is awash with the "Sangue" from fans who cheer for Ronaldo. I hope the Italian mob castrates Ferguson, and sell his goods to the dogs that roam Trastevere and Piazza Navona.

OK, so I'm not suicidal. I'm homicidal.

And if I ever get in the game this weekend, I will surely run into Jeff's right shoulder and see what the price of betrayal is....

(Now, which part of this entry is serious and which is not.....I don't even know myself. I guess we'll have to see whether I intentionally foul Jeff this weekend to find out.)