Getting back to some recent news that made a minor splash for a day or two, Soccer television a while ago was nattering on about David Beckham going to the Los Angeles Galaxy. Does anybody care? Not me. They could sign Beckham, Pele, a young Beckenbauer, the entire 1982 Italian national team, a squadron of trained elephants and a disgruntled octopus fully decked out in Nike gear and Gola boots, and I still wouldn't watch U.S. Soccer. But I'm a curmudgeon.
And, of course, I clearly have no clue what I'm talking about, since I prefer to follow the fortunes of the somewhat-less-than-mighty Torquay United. Last time I bothered to look, which was admittedly several weeks ago, they were winless in 17 straight league matches. And scraping the bottom of Coca-Cola League Two or whatever it's called this week, staring down the barrel of the relegation cannon.
So take whatever I say about Beckham playing in L.A. with a grain of salt. I could be wrong. Maybe it'll all be a monstrous success. But I doubt it.
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In other news, I just got
Shanghaid into volunteered for going to The Nation's Capital™ next Monday for a one-day symposium on bioethics. Interesting topic. But seriously now... Ottawa in February? Brrrrr.
