Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The Henry Paradox
Let me make a very clear statement: I loathe Thierry Henry.
I hate whiny French footballers. I hate Arsenal. I hate the pronunciation of his name*.
True story: I once dated an Arsenal fan. She made the mistake of saying that she thought this jackass was "hot" . . . I didn't speak to her for 3 days.
HOWEVER!!! . . ."football is a funny ol' game" . . .and if this fool is sportin' two red, colliding bulls on his chest at some point next year, I will sing his name in adulation and praise as if he saved my mama from a truck fire. Amazing, isn't it?? How pathetic am I? Damn. Whatever...I don't care. I want a trophy. If it means aligning myself to the French Devil (le devil), then so be it. Where do I sign up?
* "On-Ree" GAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! Every time I hear it, I see that smug grin French people get (like that dick Tony Parker) and hear that goofy Frency laugh, "Ouh-hou-hou". F**kin' French.