I just went outside to bolt the umbrella down on the deck. I got completely soaked in less than 10 seconds (front and back). I caught my neighbor catching an eyefull. I didn’t invite her to my wet tee-shirt contest.
Clothes are now in the dryer. I can’t believe how fast this storm hit us.
Fans at Wrigley have to be soaked.
I’m watching a recording of the US vs. Slovenia game (I know the outcome), and no one else is watching with me (Zoe’s sleeping and Tina’s shopping), but I’m screaming at the TV as if it’s live and I’m in a group of a million fans.
“Kobi you gonna celebrate by getting your rape on? get it? because you raped a girl. Also, you’ll notice that i refused to spell your name right, sorta like you refused to not have sex with a girl when she said no. rape. you did.”
Seen on facebook and — frankly — I almost choked. I imagine the writer of the above had been drinking. I’m glad sports aren’t my thing.