(Sort of) deep thoughts, by Matt Heitner
I watched a soccer game last night. Actually, not only did I watch it, but I enjoyed it. I’m not quite sure what that means, but it’s got to be significant, right?
The game pitted Costa Rica’s national team against its archrival, Honduras, in a tournament in El Salvador. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have bothered to watch, but after reading and hearing nonstop news about the Sele, their new coach, etc., etc., I was primed for this one. And my (adopted) team didn’t disappoint, winning 3-1 despite being outcornered by a ludicrous 8 to 1 margin.
Next up is Panama, which is supposed to be an easy victory. No doubt, I’ll be watching.
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Anyway, as some of you may have noticed, I haven’t been posting for a while, mostly because I hadn’t done much worthy of writing about. I’ve been busting my butt to get this magazine to print, which should finally happen next week (but don’t hold you’re breath). I’ve been searching for Spanish classes that will fit my schedule, finally coming to the conclusion that I’ll have to pay for individual classes if I want to keep improving. And I’ve finally, truly, really started going to the gym again, three or four times per week. If I could only convince my host “mom” to put just a little less butter in her breakfasts, I’d be getting somewhere.
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I’m not making any promises, but I hope to start posting again with more frequency now that the magazine is all but completed. We’ve already started working on the next issue, but in theory that shouldn’t take up too much of my time. Instead, I’ll spend it writing, going to Spanish classes and doing my best impersonation of our good governor, circa the 1970s. (Minus the steroids.)
Until then, I’ll leave you with this: the Spanish word for “handcuffs” is “esposas.” Esposas also translates as “multiple wives.”
Think about it.
The game pitted Costa Rica’s national team against its archrival, Honduras, in a tournament in El Salvador. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have bothered to watch, but after reading and hearing nonstop news about the Sele, their new coach, etc., etc., I was primed for this one. And my (adopted) team didn’t disappoint, winning 3-1 despite being outcornered by a ludicrous 8 to 1 margin.
Next up is Panama, which is supposed to be an easy victory. No doubt, I’ll be watching.
…
Anyway, as some of you may have noticed, I haven’t been posting for a while, mostly because I hadn’t done much worthy of writing about. I’ve been busting my butt to get this magazine to print, which should finally happen next week (but don’t hold you’re breath). I’ve been searching for Spanish classes that will fit my schedule, finally coming to the conclusion that I’ll have to pay for individual classes if I want to keep improving. And I’ve finally, truly, really started going to the gym again, three or four times per week. If I could only convince my host “mom” to put just a little less butter in her breakfasts, I’d be getting somewhere.
…
I’m not making any promises, but I hope to start posting again with more frequency now that the magazine is all but completed. We’ve already started working on the next issue, but in theory that shouldn’t take up too much of my time. Instead, I’ll spend it writing, going to Spanish classes and doing my best impersonation of our good governor, circa the 1970s. (Minus the steroids.)
Until then, I’ll leave you with this: the Spanish word for “handcuffs” is “esposas.” Esposas also translates as “multiple wives.”
Think about it.
posted by Higgity Heitner at 12:57 PM
4 Comments:
What the hell did you do with Matt? Who is this guy talking about soccer and then talking about enjoying soccer?
i want to clone 200 heitners and make them my esposas. then, and only then, can i truly be satisfied (sexually).
dklein
How would using 200 clones as handcuffs satisfy you (sexually)?
Knowing I would be banished from your blog. It kind of hurts. But not as bad as the hurt from my Italian friends. Good luck to you.
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