The tremendous size of the humpback whale is obvious when it’s just wandering around under the water, but when it lifts itself upwards, into the air, you can really see that they are, basically, unimaginably gigantic. Yours truly just spent 5 days in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico and got to glimpse a baby humpback cavorting with his/her mother in the Bahia de Banderas. It was amazing. So was the rest of the trip, including my first snorkeling adventure and lots of sitting on beaches, but wildlife has always been high on my list of things to see, so the whales take the cake.
I just saw the highlights of the Valencia match this morning and also watched the Stuttgart match, the score of which I had studiously avoided throughout my travels yesterday. Brilliant match by the team, but there’s always that extra slack-jawed amazement went the #10 grabs the ball and lets you know why he’s the best in the world. Kevin, of course, said it best:
You run out of the superlatives that try to quantify the things that he does. Sublime, absurd, ridiculous, stupid, brilliant, magisterial, staggering, blah, blah, blah, blah. And what you’re left with at the end of it all is open-mouthed astonishment, and anticipation of the next time he plays.
I returned to that, to The Yaya setting up a finish by Pedro!, to Bojan’s first touch goal, to us making the quarterfinals. Wonderful. And March Madness began at noon, making me one happy camper. Also I made it to the second round of a job interview. The weather here improved while I was gone, too, so hell yeah to that as well. It was raining and 30-something degrees when I left and now it’s raining potential trophies. Holy crap.
Apparently Xavi is injured? Okay, that sucks. One little rain shower on my parade. Busi went off with an injury against Stuttgart, but is already training normally. Some sunshine on my parade. What’s great, of course, is that The Yaya put in a mega performance and proved to everyone that he is truly a Transformer and not a human. Awesome.
Tomorrow’s Champions League draw will determine our path towards the Bernabeu (and hopefully our path to the Bernabeu–ah semantics). And, to be honest, when Madrid mercenaries players say things like what Arbeloa did (“Me dolería ver al Barça jugar la final en el Santiago Bernabéu” — “It would hurt to see Barça playing the final in the Santiago Bernabéu”), it makes me want to trash the whole place when we win the damned thing. And crush their souls.
That’s really all I’ve got for today, but tomorrow I’ll be back with much, much more (including coverage of the CL draw) as I get up to speed. And re-learn how to use American money and speak in English.