Millwall, Millwall, you're really dreadful and all your girlfriends are unfulfilled.

Patty and I managed to catch the DC United game on TV last night.  After seeing  the United fans, I now have a new goal in life. I intend to become a soccer hooligan. They have drums! And flags! And chants with hand motions!! They also had this totally awesome, gigantic banner directed at David Beckham that read: "We sing better than your wife" HA! Patty's already picked out her soccer boyfriend #17, Gros because he was playing with a broken wrist and is hardcore. I rather liked the goalie, Perkins, but Fred was cool too so I make no commitments at this point. There is a possiblity that I may also have a slight crush on the crazy Irish commentator that we have named Seamus. So if, when next you see me I have dyed my hair black and red you will know why. Actually, this is the only sticking point with United. I will be forced to shame the house of my fathers by donning Georgia colors, blech. But since it's in the name of soccer (my elder brother's game) I think they may forgive me.