By: Laurie | July 1st, 2007
Little Fact You’ll Wish You Didn’t Know About a Certain Chelsea Player
Okay, it is now July. What does this mean? It means that it is time to start thinking about our fun and exciting upcoming “World Series of
Soccer Football” event. I’ll be discussing this a lot more in the upcoming days. I might even get serious and talk about the soccer aspect. Eventually. But in the meantime, to get you into the World Series of Football mood, I think I’ll spread a little cheap, tawdry and totally unsubstantiated gossip.
Again, don’t thank me. It’s what I do.
Have you ever read something, and then immediately afterward wished you could claw through your eyes and into your brain to pull the knowledge back out and flush it down the toilet?
You will after you read this post. Because I certainly did. (And, since misery loves company, I just have to share. You can thank me later.)
Seems there is a certain Chelsea player (remember, Chelsea is one of the teams we’ll be playing in the WSoF) who has so impressed his teammates in the locker room with a certain…um…personal anatomical asset that another player just had to tell the world about it in an interview. The interviewed player apparently compared the anatomical asset in question to a…brace yourself…are you sitting down? To a…beer can. A swinging beer can.
(I warned you. Did I not warn you?)
And, oh, yeah, the player in question is French. Just so you know.
Is your mind boggled? It’s boggled, isn’t it? I’m sorry. Truly I am. But this knowledge was eating away at my brain and I just had to let it out.
Okay, now. Your assignment for the Galaxy-Chelsea game: Do NOT allow your eyes to fall below waist level.
I mean it.
Note: I have read about the interview, but I have not read the interview itself because I haven’t looked for it. Because I really don’t want to see this in black and white. Plus I have no idea what search string I’d use.
I mean…um… NO! I haven’t even thought about it.
So yes, there is always the possibility that it’s an urban legend. But what the hell. It’s better than reading about getting hantavirus from a Coke can again, isn’t it?