Apparently everyone on the entire planet gives a shit about the World Cup. My interest level thus far been wavering somewhere between miniscule and non-existent; this despite Dr. Ginger's overwrought ebullience.
The good news is that after a brief perusal of this month's Vanity Fair I'm beginning to experience a glimmer of interest. I'll have to review the article in it's entirely before I decide for sure. I guess it will depend largely on the degree of illustration.
Moving on to the other sporting news:
Thankfully our hometown Hawks spanked those friggin' annoying Flyers, the manners of their fans are abysmal. The ENTIRE CITY of big babies blamed everyone but Darth Vadar and Voldemort for their loss. The even booed our hero, No Teef Keef (six of his choppers were pulverized in an earlier game). Rude!
As pleased as I was with their victory, I would appreciate if they could conduct any future melees in the street on someone else's block.
Almost every single patient on my schedule canceled today, which is good because it was nearly impossible to get in the front door. A sweet little granny with a bad hip and a cane was one of the three patients who kept their appointments. Apparently she's been firmly beneath a rock and was unaware that the parade was scheduled to iterfere with her appointed time. She did manage to enlist the help of two young men (which means that they were less than 70) who gallantly escorted her through the crowd.
These pictures were taken from my office window, out of which I was hanging while wearing my fair-weather-fan jersey and throwing ticker tape. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
14 comments:
What kind of Doctor are you? your specialty? So hard to find somebody you can relate to.Wish you were here for me to go to. I think of you every time I use my towels Sounds pathic doesn't it? have a great day! Pat
Dear Mrs. Bunker,
Gracious, Pat got her towels! Good work, Mrs. Bunker! I guess you spirited them into the mail by means of a Plausible Ruse.
Like you, I had no interest in the World Cup until Vanity Fair covered the long unknown and out-sized factors of which I was unaware. I can only hope to see those factors even more clearly as the games progress.
They are also worth a little ticker tape.
Hmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm,
Ann T.
Me too, hmmm, not all that interested. Hockey was a big deal when I was growing up. I figure most that showed up on your sidewalk were very new fans. Thing about a lot of those hockey guys, once you see them without all that gear they often look skinny and slight to me, and the bad teeth doesn't help any.
Those soccer guys however... I think you might have to do a Sausage Wed. now that we do seem to have a legitimate "source".
-SCRN
Mmmmm soccer guys abs! mmmmmm - huh? wha? Oh hi Edith. Sorry about that. Went to my happy place for a minute...Now what was it you were saying?
Congrats on the Stanley Cup Edith, its almost as good as a World Series Title...Wonder what Steve Bartman's up to these days??
For those into big round balls, I'll be doin a daily World Cup recap until the US is eliminated, thats right, till tomorrow, might wanta check it out.
Frank
Dear Pat,
In the interest of continuing my half-assed effort at anonymity, I will demure on sharing my specialty at this moment. If I tell it will most likely open me to scorn from my professional colleagues (traditionally not that many women in my specialty). Besides that, the KGB may finally catch up with me. I'll tell when I send you your Christmas card. I'm am very pleased that you are enjoying the towels.
Ann T and Linnn: I think we've figured out what to watch during the World Cup. It's not the black and white ball.
SCRN: Brilliant. I will be crashing the hideout, perhaps even to upstage Dr. Izzy. Those boys are kind of skinny under all that garb, besides the average age on that team is barley even legal drinking age.
Frank: I think Steve Bartman probably moved to a mud hut along the Louisiana shore somewhere. Dude has bad luck.
Those of us "in the business" have figured out your specialty, Mrs B. You are correct, not many women follow that path. In case you forget the names of any drugs like Lovenox or Keflex, you can contact your friendly Critical Care doc, CholeraJoe.
Pretty sexy jersey BTW.
Peedee: right? what are those people so pissed off about all the time? cheese steak ain't sittin right I guess.
CJ: Lovawhaat?
Thank God for the real doctors.
My Specialty??
Effing Things Up Mostly,
Oh you were asking Edith,
sorry,
Frank
Edith, I guess I never bothered trying to figure out how you were special. I just knew that you were.
BFF,
SCRN
Its a secret what your specialty is?? How come I know then?? I'm always the last to know anything. Sweet!! I'm movin up in the world!
OMG BFF!!! I love that!( winky emoticon thingy)
peedee: you know? same specialty as Frank. exactly. no big secrets here.
You and Dr. Drack have the same specialty? Somehow I think it has to do with inserting items into orifices...
Maybe that's too much of a generalization.
Bygones...
Pee Dee this time its Gia that's in the dark! Jeesh and I always know everything first!! Mrs B. That is a great Jersey! Maybe wear it with the shoes for a total retro look!
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