If I didn’t have this beard I’ve been growing for a couple of months, I would probably have scratched my face into tatters. Instead I tug on the hair nervously whenever I think about El Clásico Numero 223897 and how we’re all doomed. I don’t have the mange, okay? It’s just patchy. I’m not excited or anything. I’m not. Not at all.
But let’s have a quick poll: what are you doing for this one? Where are you watching, what are you drinking/shooting directly in to your veins? Who are you watching with?
Me, I’m watching 4 hours late at my house with a friend who is also unfortunate enough to have a job (preferable to the alternative, of course). It will be take a gargantuan effort to avoid all the soccer-related sites I read regularly, Twitter, and Facebook throughout the time. Fortunately 2 of those hours will be on buses, trains, and subways, but from 2:45 until 4:45, I will be focusing as much as possible on my job.
As for drinks, where to begin…