I’ve added a couple of stories to my last post, both of which came to me later amid all the NYE gig memories. One of them is about Rob McConnell and has nothing to do with NYE except that it was prompted by the joke about the pianist who knows only three tunes. The other is a cherished NYE memory of Alice Allair, one of many I have about that dear and now much-missed lady. Sorry for the late inclusions, but I feel both stories are worth the rereading and as usual. there’s no admission fee.
Again, Flappy Glue Near.
The following jokes about yesterday’s unbelievable 7-1 drubbing of Brazil by Germany in the World Cup semi-final were rolling around in my head when I woke up this morning. I’m not sure they’re that funny, but I am pretty sure this means I need help.
Q: How do you make a Brazilian soccer player stand tall?
A : Give him feet.
Q : How do you make a Brazilian soccer player run?
A : Turn his countrymen loose on him.
Q : Why was Brazil’s keeper Julio Cesar so often out of position yesterday?
A : He was busy doing an interview with Jian Ghomeshi.
Q : Why did Germany score so much in yesterday’s game?
A : They’ve always been a very goal-oriented people.
Yesterday’s match was not even Kroos, Brazil looked like a Lahm being led to slaughter. They scored one late goal, but got no Klose.
By the time it was 2-0, you Khedira pin drop in the stadium, it was Ozil quiet.
Of manager Phil Scolari, Brazilian supporters were heard to Mertesacker him. But Germany’s manager had to Loew the result.
Schurrle this spells the end of any Brazilian notions of football supremacy.
Abject apologies and Go Netherlands!